summer When trees are branching A long distant murmur CHORUS So keep writing her name So it's setting in stone You'll live in the shadow Of these broken bones
might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
wear Sometimes seldom speaks From the babe that cries To this grown man's feet May the hand still write And it's heart shape keep Till our fathers, sons and daughters
is safe and well And waiting up for us And there is no love Like fathers have for their sons Boys need fathers, every daughter Every broken heart so
and sea, I am you and you are me as one, Father, father, I believe, Defeat the earth and you defeat it's Sons, and daughters, Everything, I am you and
grown man's feet May the hand still write And its' heart shape keep Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree So I will pave this road till glory Sets our broken
(perfectly); Mother, mother, Land and sea, I am you and you are me as one, Father, father, I believe, Defeat the earth and you defeat it's Sons, and daughters
them, between the whistling stones And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin And
this grown man's feet May the hand still write And its' heart shape keep Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree So I will pave this road till glory Sets our broken
