Lost Children (Gordon Lightfoot) Down the halls their voices ring, their feet are on the run Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come. Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind Their laughter fill the countryside, but they'll not laugh again Lyrics: Down the halls their voices ring, their feet are on the run Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come. Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind. Their laughter fill the countryside, but they'll not laugh again All the games have ended now, the voices have been stilled Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed Their mothers made the uniforms showing which side they were on and the young boys were the middle men for the guns to play upon. You've seen the fires in the night, watched the Devil as he smiles You've heard a mothers mournful cry as she searches for her child. You've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair, And wondered at the wise men who never seemed to care. Goodbye you lost children, God speed you on your way. Your little beds are empty now, your toys re put away. Your mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor. Your father builds more weapons and marches out once more. Down the halls their voices ring, their feet are on the run Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come. Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind. Their laughter fill the countryside, but they'll not laugh again Copyright Gordon Lightfoot RG
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