War Sings a Song
Out in the fields he played hide and seek
With the boys from next door
His Dad looked through him to the mountain peak
Clad in a costume of war
For all the letters he wrote in his shack
The bleakest place under the sun
Still one morning his boy was found dead
Shot with a father’s gun
Every morning in the hollow
You sing my song and beat my black drums
And every path that you’ll ever follow
Pulls you back into my arms
Eyes wide shut the crow sits in the nest
Thinks to himself, ‚I won’t die‘
A whizzing bullet runs through his neck
Turns his last thoughts into a lie
Chorus