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Date of issue: 19.05.2020
Song language: English
The Last Americans |
There’s a woman in a tent half a day’s walk from camp |
All the children have gone and her pillow is damp |
She whispers to a man lying frail by her side |
«We're the last Americans |
We’re the last Americans» |
She writes in her book, «we but few are alive |
I know that you’ll do what you must to survive |
Here, it’s me and your father and the devil from camp |
We’re the last Americans |
We’re the last Americans» |
Ever too proud to run, she stayed to the last |
At watch by her husband until he had passed |
«Remember our promise out there on the trail |
We’re the last Americans |
We’re the last Americans» |
But out in the snow, the Devil does call |
He whispers, «it's time» and breaks through the wall |
He asks for her hand, she spits out a breath |
«We're the last Americans |
We’re the last Americans» |
They dance in a waltz, but his feet make no sound |
The knife falls away and she can’t touch the ground |
As they draw face to face, she spits out a breath |
«We're the last Americans |
We’re the last Americans» |
Ah |
Up on a hill, there’s a man and a pot |
And a diary that reads, «time will not have forgot |
If it’s one hundred years, love, I’ll see you again |
We’re the last Americans |
We’re the last Americans» |