Sons of Mary (Oh, the sons! A song of loss, hope and glory)

They all call them the sons of Mary
Oh the sons
The sons of Mary

They've had their share
Of loads and worry
Oh the burdens they cary
The sons of Mary

They have their hopes of glory
weights upon their shoulders
The load is heavy
Oh, the burdens they cary
The sons of Mary

Woh, would you like to hear
And know their story
Fields of gold they wanna see
Trees and blossom fields
Oh the sons
The sons of Mary

Wouldn't you like to feel
The burden they cary
Would you like to know
Oh, the sons of Mary
Oh, the sons
The sons of Mary
Oh, the sons
the sons of Mary
Oh the songs
The songs of Mary



Credits
Writer(s): Hjörtur Sólrúnarson
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