Stained-Glass Morning
 
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Through a stained-glass morning they?re diggin? in the green grass again
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Who?s that mournin? I have seen her face somewhere, but when

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Well fold up the flag that was covering him
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Give it to the woman that was lovin? him
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And whisper that he died defending her liberty
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But they?ll lay him six feet down in some far-off piece of ground
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With one stone markin? him where three should be
 
Chorus:
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Cause they?ll never give her back the song he would sing
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And they?ll never give her back the child he would bring
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And they?ll never give her back the brother they took from me

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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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