Sons Of …
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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
So long ago: long, long ago
But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished too soon
In tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh
Among dying birds trembling with death
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
So long ago: long, long ago
But sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads some wrote the poems
Some went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
So long ago: long, long ago
But, 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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
Like your own, like your own,
Like your own
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
So long ago: long, long ago
But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished too soon
In tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh
Among dying birds trembling with death
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
So long ago: long, long ago
But sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads some wrote the poems
Some went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
So long ago: long, long ago
But, 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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
Like your own, like your own,
Like your own
Credits
Writer(s): Mort Shuman, Eric Blau, Jacques Roman Brel, Gerard Jouannest
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Liewe Lewe (feat. Christi van Niekerk)
- Jy Is Te Dierbaar (Remastered)
- Jy is te Dierbaar (2018 Remaster)
- 'n Versameling (Remastered)
- n Versameling
- Gunstelinge
- Die Reis
- Laurika Rauch Sing Die Liedjies Uit - Stuur Groete Aan Mannetjies Roux
- Laurika Rauch Sing Die Liedjies Uit (Stuur Groete Aan Mannetjies Roux)
- Wals, Wals Willemien
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