His eyes they close 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 my 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 to one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor
In a garb of black we must pay respect
To the color we were born to mourn
Walk away me boys walk away me boys
And my morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for me

In a spiked ruin an angry festered wound
Full of hatred and remorse
Where I pick and scratch at the blooded mess
Silent rage that now 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 gun
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
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
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 fashion play
Oh my god what have they done
With madmen rage well the dogged craze
But the dead rise again you fools

Walk away me boys walk away me boys
And my 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 my morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for me

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Writer(s): Bridget A Regan, David R King, Dennis Casey, George Edward Schwindt, Matthew A Hensley, Nathen Maxwell, Robert Anthony Schmidt