Texty piesní Barclay James Harvest

Barclay James Harvest

Children Of The Disappeared

He was born on easy streets

Played so hard his feet they

never touched the ground

Never felt afraid

Hour after shining hour

No thought of time no parents worrying

Innocent of fear

Now my, my, look at that sky

Closing his eyes on a new tomorrow

Hey, hey, Heaven's in tears

Crying for the disappeared

She grew up on easy streets

Danced so hard her feet they

never touched the ground

Love was all around

No locks on their front door

She'd stay out late and

they'd know she was safe

No need to beware

Now my, my, look at that sky

Closing his eyes on a new tomorrow

Hey, hey, Heaven's in tears

Crying for the disappeared

My my look at that sky

Turning his back on a generation

Hey, hey, Heaven's in flames

And no one wants to take the blame

Blame for children of the disappeared

Bleeding, crying, children, dying

My, my, look at that sky

Turning his back on a new tomorrow

Their life with never be the same

For children who disappear

and parents who live in fear

No more the easy streets

No sound of children's footsteps on the ground

Fear lies all around

No more the unlocked door

No more the children laughing as they play

Nowhere left that's safe

Now my, my, look at that sky

Closing his eyes on a new tomorrow

Hey, hey, Heaven's in tears

Crying for the disappeared

My, my, look at that sky

Turning his back on a generation

Hey, hey, Heaven's in flames

and no one wants to take the blame

Blame for children of the disappeared