Don McClean lyrics
Don McClean lyrics
"The Grave Lyrics"
Rhythm of Romance Lyrics
Coke machines on the ho chi minh trail Russian spies shopping at bloomingdales Killer bees swarming up the rio grande Hey
Coke machines on the ho chi minh trail Russian spies shopping at bloomingdales Killer bees swarming up the rio grande Hey
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone.
When the wars of our nation did beckon,
A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
Proud of the trust that he placed in ou
Lost For Words Lyrics
I was spending my time in the doldrums I was caught in a cauldron of hate I felt persecuted and paralysed I thought that everything else would ju
r nation,I was spending my time in the doldrums I was caught in a cauldron of hate I felt persecuted and paralysed I thought that everything else would ju
He's gone,
But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done.
And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.
But the
Returning The Faith Lyrics
I pulled on The highway Another day for the wanderer I knew something Was out there
silence of night was shattered by fireI pulled on The highway Another day for the wanderer I knew something Was out there
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
In morgue of Marines, alone standing there.
He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
"They can't let me die! The can't let me die here!
I'll cover m
Pacafist Lyrics
Shot Down Shot Down Far gone you walk along a long road Stole from a dream, the story you told Preachers on the TV preachin 'bout the enemyyself with the mud and the earth.
I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone.
Shot Down Shot Down Far gone you walk along a long road Stole from a dream, the story you told Preachers on the TV preachin 'bout the enemy
I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone.