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 blossums on his early grave
Walk away me boy, walk away me boy
And by mornin' 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 our garb of black we must pay respect
To the colour we're born to mourn
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


In his place there grew an angry festered wound
Filled with hatred and remorse

Where I'd pick and scratch till the blood it matched
The silent rage not 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
Leaves but 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
And 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

Till freedom reigns on all
And curse the name for which we slaved our days
Till every man shall his kingdom come

But sure as night turns day
Ends the passion play
Oh my god what have they done

With madman's 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

And 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