Gordon Lightfoot - Lost Children Lyrics
Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the runPhantoms on the winter sky, together they do comeFaded lips and eyes of blue they're carried in the windTheir laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh againAll the games are ended now, their voices have been stilledTheir fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killedTheir fathers made the uniforms showing which side they were onAnd the young boys wear the middle name for guns to prey uponYou've seen the fires in the night, watched the devil as he smilesYou've heard a mother's mournful cry as she searches for her childYou've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despairAnd wondered at the wise men who never seem to careGoodbye you lost children, God speed you on your wayYour little beds are empty now, your toys are put awayYour mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floorYour father builds more weapons and marches out once moreDown the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the runPhantoms on the winter sky, together they do comeFaded lips and eyes of blue they're carried in the windTheir laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again
