Sons Of Lyrics

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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own...
So long ago: long, long, ago...
But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished too soon
In tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh
Among dying birds trembling with death
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms...
So long ago: long, long, ago...
But sons of your sons or sons pa*sing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads, some wrote the poems
Some went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons pa*sing by
Children we lost in lullabies...
So long ago: long, long, ago
But, 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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own...
Like your own, like your own

Jacques Brel - Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living in Paris

Nov 2006

1. Le Diable (Ca Va)
2. If We Only Have Love (Intro)
3. Alone
4. Jackie
5. My Childhood
6. Timid Frieda
7. Fanette
8. Le Moribond/My Last Supper
9. Sons Of
10. The Middle Class
11. Old Folks
12. Funeral Tango
13. My Death
14. Song For Old Lovers
15. Next
16. No Love, You're Not Alone
17. Carousel
18. If We Only Had Love
19. Madeleine
20. Amsterdam
21. Ne Me Quitte Pas
22. Marieke