Nana Mouskouri - Sons Of lyrics

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint

Who is the child with no complaint

Sons of the great or sons unknown

All were children like your own

The same sweet smiles and the same sad tears

The cries at night, the nightmare fears

Sons of the great, sons unknown

All were children like yourown

So long ago

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farm

All of their children run from your arms

Through fields of gold through fields of ruin

All of their chidren vanish too soon

In towering waves in walls of flesh

Among dying birds trembling with death

Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms

All of their children run from your arms

Sons of your sands or sons passing by

Children we lost in a lullaby

Sons of true love and sons of regret

All of their sons you cannot forget

Some build the roads, some wrote the poems

Some went to war, some never came home

Sons of your sons orsons passing by

Children we lost in a lullaby

So long ago, long, long ago