What's Left of the Flag

His eyes, they closed and his last breath spoke

He had seen all to be seen

A life once full, now an empty vase

Wilt the blossoms on his early grave

Walk away me boy, walk away me boy

And by 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 rosary beads, count them one, two, three

Fell apart as they hit the floor

In a garb of black, we must pay respect

To the color we're born to mourn

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

By morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear from your mother, dear

Raise what's left of the flag for me

In this place there grew an angry festered wound

Filled with hatred and remorse

Where I pick and scratch 'til the blood amassed

To silent rage now that fills my lungs

For there are many ways to kill a man, they say

With bayonet, axe or sword

But son, a bullet fired from a shapeless guise

Just put the shell of a Thompson gun

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear from your mother, dear

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 flies 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 passion play

Oh, my God, what have they done

With madmans rage, well, they dug our graves

But the dead rise again, you fools

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear from your mother, dear

Raise what's left of the flag for me

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear from your mother, dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me