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
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
