Children of the Corn

She led them down through the motherlands
Southern lands north of the river
With fire and axe and chariot
Twisted boughs
Red red rivers of war

She fought she died
Her blood is on the hillside
We live to tell her story
Children of the corn
With pride she died
Her daughters lay by her side
She's our last breath of glory
Children of the corn

They put to sword all Colonia
Roman towns torched to ashes
And rode the fields to Londinium
Fighting brave but shorn of their weapons of war

Her battle cry still echoes round these hillsides
We long to hear her calling
Children of the corn
By the fireside
We keep her memory alive
Be in your breast she's burning
Children of the corn

She lies in the fields all about you
And at night she resides in the stars all around you
Her blood heals the scars that divide us
Her daughters walk beside us
Into another dawn

She fought she died
Her blood is on the hillside
We live to tell her story
Children of the corn
By the fireside we keep her memory alive
Be in your breast she's burning
Children of the corn



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Molloy
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