Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holy Irons, artist - Grant-Lee Phillips. Album song The Narrows, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 20.10.2016
Record label: Grant-Lee Phillips, Yep Roc
Song language: English
Holy Irons |
| Brother on brother |
| Lying in the fields |
| Only the Devil is keepin' score |
| Your blonde haired boys are scattered long these hills |
| Picked clean like cotton in a rich man’s war |
| Lay down your holy irons |
| Lay down your guns and shining bayonets |
| Lay down your holy irons |
| It’s gonna' be a job to raise the dead |
| Got no mansion on the yonder mount |
| No plantation pillars all in white |
| Just a Southern boy behind a plough |
| Swept up like nothin' |
| In a poor man’s fight |
| Lay down your holy irons |
| Lay down your guns and shining bayonets |
| Lay down your holy irons |
| It’s gonna' be a job to raise the dead |
| Farewell Cordelia |
| Let me hold ya close |
| So I can remember how it feels |
| If a bullet brings me down |
| Before I make it home |
| Ya know that I’ll be dreamin' of you still |
| Yes I will… |
| Little soldiers all in blue and grey |
| Every one of us a' bleedin' red |
| And when this broken body falls away |
| We’ll all lie down in the same earthen bed |
| Lay down your holy irons |
| Lay down your guns and shining bayonets |
| Lay down your holy irons |
| It’s gonna' be a job to raise the dead |
| Lay down your holy irons |
| Lay down your guns and shining bayonets |
| The broken hearted Lord can only wring his hands |
| It’s gonna' be a job to raise the dead |