Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris movie - SONS OF lyrics

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Sons of the thief, sons of the saint<br>

Who is the child with no complaint<br>

Sons of the great or sons unknown<br>

All were children like your own<br>

The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears<br>

The cries at night, the nightmare fears<br>

Sons of the great or sons unknown<br>

All were children like your own...<br>

So long ago: long, long, ago...<br>

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms<br>

All of the children ran from your arms<br>

Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin<br>

All of the children vanished too soon<br>

In tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh<br>

Among dying birds trembling with death<br>

Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms<br>

All of the children ran from your arms...<br>

So long ago: long, long, ago...<br>

But sons of your sons or sons passing by<br>

Children we lost in lullabies<br>

Sons of true love or sons of regret<br>

All of the sons you cannot forget<br>

Some built the roads, some wrote the poems<br>

Some went to war, some never came home<br>

Sons of your sons or sons passing by<br>

Children we lost in lullabies...<br>

So long ago: long, long, ago<br>

But, sons of the thief, sons of the saint<br>

Who is the child with no complaint<br>

Sons of the great or sons unknown<br>

All were children like your own<br>

The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears<br>

The cries at night, the nightmare fears<br>

Sons of the great or sons unknown<br>

All were children like your own...<br>

Like your own, like your own<br>

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