Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The War, artist - Sanders Bohlke. Date of issue: 17.08.2009
Song language: English
The War |
| Oh your Sunday dress ain’t too much for armor |
| Oh for me, my mother’s son |
| Said you were from a wretched father |
| Oh the sweet swift of the silent gun |
| Oh my knees are praying for water |
| Holy city, fall to me |
| Oh and watch the face of this burning brother |
| Oh and bury me with mercy |
| Well I may worry |
| Well I may speak |
| Well I may see war in this money |
| May I never worry |
| May I never speak |
| May I never see the hour of disbelief |
| Will you right these wrongs if this shall be? |
| Well I may show love, oh pray for me |
| And if I rise from these flames and the misery |
| Will you mend these wings that I’m flying with? |
| Well I may worry |
| Well I may speak |
| Well I may see war in this money |
| May I never worry |
| May I never worry |
| May I never see the hour of disbelief |
| May I never see the hour of disbelief |
| Will you right these wrongs if this shall be? |
| Will you mend these wings that I’m flying with? |