Stained-Glass Morning
Through a stained-glass morning they’re diggin’ in the green grass again
Who’s that mournin’ I have seen her face somewhere, but when
Well fold up the flag that was covering him
Give it to the woman that was lovin’ him
And whisper that he died defending her liberty
But they’ll lay him six feet down in some far-off piece of ground
With one stone markin’ him where three should be
Chorus:
Cause they’ll never give her back the song he would sing
And they’ll never give her back the child he would bring
And they’ll never give her back the brother they took from me
Through a stained-glass morning a thousand years have greened the grass again
In the rain I hang mournin’
A face I couldn’t recognise, then
Well fold up the flag that was coverin’ me
Give it to the woman that was lovin’ me
Then whisper that I died defending her liberty
But they laid me six feet down in some far-off piece of ground
With one stone markin’ me where three should be
Chorus +:
Through a stained-glass mornin’
by: José Duarte
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