Song | Rank and Roses |
Artist | Dougie MacLean |
Album | Indigenous |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Maclean | |
They worked through wind and rain | |
To keep the roof above our heads | |
Humbled time and time again | |
What could they do? | |
They crawled across your floors | |
To keep and clean your houses | |
Broken wounds and open sores | |
What could they do? | |
A little respect would have helped them through | |
We are our father's dreams | |
We are our mother's pride and joy | |
And we will be the ones | |
To tell you now that it's over | |
You have no hold on us | |
Like the fear you laid on them | |
We are the seeds they grew | |
It's we that you must answer to | |
Occasion in the village hall | |
She speaks with rank and roses | |
So high above them all | |
What could they do? | |
He struts with dog and gun | |
They scramble through a heather hell | |
Beat the ground until they run | |
What could they do? | |
A little respect would have helped them through | |
We are our father's dreams | |
We are our mother's pride and joy | |
And we will be the ones | |
To tell you now that it's over | |
You have no hold on us | |
Like the fear you laid on them | |
We are the seeds they grew | |
It's we that you must answer to |
zuo ci : Maclean | |
They worked through wind and rain | |
To keep the roof above our heads | |
Humbled time and time again | |
What could they do? | |
They crawled across your floors | |
To keep and clean your houses | |
Broken wounds and open sores | |
What could they do? | |
A little respect would have helped them through | |
We are our father' s dreams | |
We are our mother' s pride and joy | |
And we will be the ones | |
To tell you now that it' s over | |
You have no hold on us | |
Like the fear you laid on them | |
We are the seeds they grew | |
It' s we that you must answer to | |
Occasion in the village hall | |
She speaks with rank and roses | |
So high above them all | |
What could they do? | |
He struts with dog and gun | |
They scramble through a heather hell | |
Beat the ground until they run | |
What could they do? | |
A little respect would have helped them through | |
We are our father' s dreams | |
We are our mother' s pride and joy | |
And we will be the ones | |
To tell you now that it' s over | |
You have no hold on us | |
Like the fear you laid on them | |
We are the seeds they grew | |
It' s we that you must answer to |
zuò cí : Maclean | |
They worked through wind and rain | |
To keep the roof above our heads | |
Humbled time and time again | |
What could they do? | |
They crawled across your floors | |
To keep and clean your houses | |
Broken wounds and open sores | |
What could they do? | |
A little respect would have helped them through | |
We are our father' s dreams | |
We are our mother' s pride and joy | |
And we will be the ones | |
To tell you now that it' s over | |
You have no hold on us | |
Like the fear you laid on them | |
We are the seeds they grew | |
It' s we that you must answer to | |
Occasion in the village hall | |
She speaks with rank and roses | |
So high above them all | |
What could they do? | |
He struts with dog and gun | |
They scramble through a heather hell | |
Beat the ground until they run | |
What could they do? | |
A little respect would have helped them through | |
We are our father' s dreams | |
We are our mother' s pride and joy | |
And we will be the ones | |
To tell you now that it' s over | |
You have no hold on us | |
Like the fear you laid on them | |
We are the seeds they grew | |
It' s we that you must answer to |