Sons of the thief, sons of the saint   Who is the child with no complaint   Sons of the great or sons unknown   All were children like your own      The same sweet smiles and the same sad tears   The cries at night, the nightmare fears   Sons of the great, sons unknown   All were children like yourown      So long ago      But sons of tycoons or sons of the farm   All of their children run from your arms   Through fields of gold through fields of ruin   All of their chidren vanish too soon      In towering waves in walls of flesh   Among dying birds trembling with death   Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms   All of their children run from your arms      Sons of your sands or sons passing by   Children we lost in a lullaby   Sons of true love and sons of regret   All of their sons you cannot forget   Some build the roads, some wrote the poems   Some went to war, some never came home   Sons of your sons orsons passing by   Children we lost in a lullaby   So long ago, long, long ago