Patriot's Dream - Gordon Lightfoot
    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

    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
    They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
    In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs

    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

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