Bring Back Songtext / Lyric

Bring back my eldest

Before my heart is withered

He's a fighter and a winner

A falling legend in the mirror

He will spoil the hungry beast

Till the flag is raised and the fire is ceased

He'll sway and sway until he's creased

And saved before the senior priest

Like a rebel






Bring back my second

For he is left handed

He don't know the rule of thumb

The artillery, the rolling drum

Crafted for the right hand wrist

Of the worthy knights with their clenching fist

Not for my boy whose callow lips

Have never yet been truly kissed

By a lover



Bring back my third

Before his skin is burnt

He lives inside an ancient soul

Deep in the mist of rock and roll

Oh love will be his deadly sin

When the ships arrive and it's time to spin

The heavy swords from the eastern winds

In the holy name of the king of kings

Like a promise



Bring back my youngest

Before his eyes have seen

Before his youth will go to waste

Don't give him any truth to taste

I want him riding back to me

On the sandy shores of the southern sea

Green and unspoiled as a child can be

With open arms calling liberty

Like his father