His eyes they close and his last breath spoke
He had seen all to be seen
A life once full
Now an empty vase
Wilt the blossoms on his early graveWalk away me boy walk away me boy
And my morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for meThen the rosary beads count to one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor
In a garb of black we must pay respect
To the color we were born to mourn
Walk away me boys walk away me boys
And my morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for meIn a spiked ruin an angry festered wound
Full of hatred and remorse
Where I pick and scratch at the blooded mess
Silent rage that now fills my lungs
For there are many ways to kill a man they say
With bayonet, axe or sword
But son a bullet fired from a shapeless gun
Just put the shell of a thompson gunWalk away me boys walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for meFrom the east out to the western shore
Where many men and many more will fall
But no angel flies with me tonight
Though freedom reigns on all
And curse the name for which we slaved our days
So every men chose kingdom comeBut sure as night turns day it's the fashion play
Oh my god what have they done
With madmen rage well the dogged craze
But the dead rise again you foolsWalk away me boys walk away me boys
And my morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for meWalk away me boys walk away me boys
And my morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for me
Songwriters
BRIDGET A REGAN, DAVID R KING, DENNIS CASEY, GEORGE EDWARD SCHWINDT, MATTHEW A HENSLEY, NATHEN MAXWELL, ROBERT ANTHONY SCHMIDTPublished by
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