BROKEN HYMNS | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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Now the fog and smoke is lifting

From the fallen row on row

In 1861 the prayed for God to keep their souls

Jimmy left home in April

That was one year to the day

Writes his mother back home in Brighton

But he ain't got much to say

He's forgotten what his town looks like

The smell of death is all around

He dreams of the blue Atlantic

To once again be homeward bound

Homeward bound

Though the road was long and winding

Many snares lay in their path

But their struggle they saw as righteous

The fought with might and stuck with wrath

Now the battle hymns are playing

Report of shots not far ways

No prayer, no promise, no hand of God

Could save their souls that April day

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