Gordon Lightfoot - The 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 theyre carried in the windTheir laughter filled the countryside but theyll 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 pray uponYouve seen the fires in the night, watched the devil as he smilesYouve heard a mothers mournful cry as she searches for her childYouve 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 theyre carried in the windTheir laughter filled the countryside but theyll not laugh again
