You, the mothers who sent your sons
Wipe away your tears
For those who fought and those who fell
Become our sons as wellYou the warriors with your words
Throw away your spears
You talk of times of peace for all
And then prepare for warAll people with dreams, all mothers with sons
All people with dreams never woken at night by the sound of guns
Like a child that's born on a moonless night
Like a child that's born, we parachute down to an unknown fightThis city of blossom and blood
This city suffered more than it should
These sidewalk silhouettes
Not washed away, not washed awayThis city of blossom and blood
This city suffered more than it should
These sidewalk silhouettes
Not washed away, not washed awayYou, the mothers who sent your sons
Wipe away your tears
For those who fought and those who fell
Become our sons as wellYou the warriors with your words
Throw away your spears
You talk of times of peace for all
And then prepare for warWhatever you've done
Whatever you think you've done
Whatever you've done, there's a hope in the heart says never again
Never again, whatever you say, whatever you say
It's the price of peace to remember that dayThis city of blossom and blood
This city suffered more than it should
These sidewalk silhouettes
Not washed away, not washed awayThis city of blossom and blood
This city suffered more than it should
These sidewalk silhouettes
Not washed away, not washed away
Songwriters
Moginie James Paul; Hirst Robert CharlesPublished by
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