fairport convention - john condon lyrics
just a day, another day
beneath the belgian sun
passed grave on grave, row upon row
until i see the name, john condon
carved in stone with harp and crown
little crosses in the ground
and standing there, my silent prayer
is for this boy who died, this soldier
wee lad will not grow old
heroes who won’t come home
here they lie in belgian fields
and picardy
just a recruit in soldiers’ blue
from ireland’s shores to here
this living h+ll, this [?]
where young men fell like you, john condon
and all around, the harp and crown
little crosses in the ground
stands up and proves the bitter truth
the waste of youth that lies forgotten
wee lad will not grow old
heroes who won’t come home
here they lie in belgian fields
and picardy
so tell me john, ’fore i go on
what did you come in here for?
with ireland’s bold, your life untold
fourteen years old, to die a soldier
and all around, the harp and crown
little crosses in the ground
what cause for serve, so undeserved
heroes who not grow old
sing out for all their souls
here they lie in belgian fields
and picardy
Random Lyrics
- cidtronyck - slowly lyrics
- jaki cavins - i do lyrics
- fairport convention - the widow of westmorland lyrics
- mars mignon - one good suit lyrics
- vannda - out da mud lyrics
- cutthroat mode - eastside lyrics
- mare cognitum - entropic hallucinations lyrics
- back number - 風の強い日 (kaze no tsuyoi hi) lyrics
- peter hollens - now we are free lyrics
- sl!ck - dats my bae lyrics