作词 : DArby Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high Far from a river where things grow green The flowers weep and they lean away From the blood stained soil beneath my feet. The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink On propaganda page That will rule your life and fuel my rage. I tried to bend my knees But my knees were already bent I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day I guess I'll have to depend on me. Shall I tell my children if they ask of me Did I surrender forth my right to be? Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground And this same ground still haunts me. The cool September blows the seeds away The harvest blown again this year But I'll return a stronger man I'll return to me my homeland No grave shall hold my body down This land is still my home.
作词 : DArby Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high Far from a river where things grow green The flowers weep and they lean away From the blood stained soil beneath my feet. The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink On propaganda page That will rule your life and fuel my rage. I tried to bend my knees But my knees were already bent I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day I guess I'll have to depend on me. Shall I tell my children if they ask of me Did I surrender forth my right to be? Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground And this same ground still haunts me. The cool September blows the seeds away The harvest blown again this year But I'll return a stronger man I'll return to me my homeland No grave shall hold my body down This land is still my home.
