Lyrics

Thorn

Go on brother don't be afraid
Lay on the pillow where your bed is made
Winds in the shadow of the Holy land
Blows through the window where the soldier stands
It blows through the window where the soldier stands...

Doves on the branch of the cypress tree
Sings to my heart far away and free
Cold in the day and black at night
Fly on bird where the sun is bright
Fly on bird where the sun is bright

Blood in the mud of a foreign field
Thorn on the cross of a branded shield
Distant rumors from a broken land
I can see but I don't understand
I can see but I don't understand
Makes me tired to my soul

Tell your mother to dry her tears
Your father, too, to have no fear
Filled to the belly with your holy vows
You've picked up the sword and put down the plow
You've picked up the sword and put down the plow

Hear me brother I wish you peace
May you build your home beneath the olive trees
Trapped in the chorus of your victory song
If you kill for right you're probably wrong
If you kill for right you're probably wrong
If you kill for right you're probably wrong...

Chorus
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