His eyes they close   and his last breath spoke   he had seen all to be seen   a life once full   now an empty vase   wilt the blossums   on his early grave      walk away me boy   walk away me boy   and my morning we'll be free   wipe that golden tear   from your mother dear   and raise what's left   of the flag for me   then the rosery beads   count them 1 2 3   fell apart as they hit the floor   in a garb of black   we must pay respect   to the colour we were born to mourn   walk away me boys   walk away me boys   and my morning we'll be free   wipe that golden tear   from your mother dear   and raise what's left   of the flag for me      In a spiked ruin   an angry festered wound   full of hatered and remourse   where I pick and scratch   at the blooded mess   silent rage that now fills my lungs   for there are many ways   to kill a man they say   with bayonette axe or sword   but son a bullet fired   from a shapeless guise   leaves but the shell of a Thompson gun               walk away me boy   walk away me boys   and my morning we'll be free   wipe that golden tear   from your mother dear   and raise what's left   of the flag for me      from the east out to the western shore   where many men and many more will fall   but no angel flys with me tonight   though freedom reigns on all   and curse the name for which   we slaved our days   so every men chose Kingdom Come   But sure as night turns day   it's the fashion pallay   oh my god   what have they done   with madmen rage   well the dogged craze   but the dead rise again you fools      walk away me boys   walk away me boys   and my morning we'll