《The Patriot Is Dream》是Gordon Lightfoot演唱的歌曲，收錄於《Don Quixote》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：The Patriot Is Dream
- 所屬專輯：Don Quixote
- 歌曲原唱：Gordon Lightfoot
- 音樂風格： 鄉村
歌曲歌詞
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs
The patriot's dream is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years
The patriot's dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
Well there was a sad sad lady
Weeping all night long
She received a sad sad message
From a voice on the telephone
Her children were all sleeping
As she waited out the dawn
How could she tell those children
That their father was shot down
So she took them to her side that day
and she told them one by one
Your father was a good man
ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty and it took him
straight to hell
He might be in some prison I hope he's treated well
there was a young girl watching
in the early afternoon
When she heard the name of someone who said
he'd be home soon
And she wondered how they got him but
the papers did not tell
There would be no sweet reunion there would be
no wedding bells
So she took herself into her room and she turned
the bed sheets down
And she cried into the silken folds of
her new wedding gown
He tried to do his duty and it took him
straight to hell
He might be in some prison I hope he's treated well
Well there was an old man sitting in his mansion
on the hill
And he thought of his good fortune and
the time he'd yet o kill
Well he called to his wife one day Come
sit with me awhile
Then turning toward the sunset he smiled
a wicked smile
Well I'd like to say I'm sorry for the sinful
deeds I've done
But let me first remind you I'm a patriotic son
They tried to do their duty and it took 'em
straight to hell
They might be in some prison I hope they're
treated well
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
