Diamond Of The Desert
From: Derek Gross
My youngest song came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today
My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
And a man he would have lived and died
Till by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their young saint home today
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
Upon the narrow Belfast streets
At children's blood in gutters spilled
In
My youngest song came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today
My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
And a man he would have lived and died
Till by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their young saint home today
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
Upon the narrow Belfast streets
At children's blood in gutters spilled
In
Say You Will
Something in you
Brought out something in me
That I've never been since
The part of me that was only for you
That kind of romance
Comes only once
That kind of love
That kind of fever dance
That you love because
You've become someone else
In an instant
CHORUS:
Say you will
Say you will
Give me one more chance
At least give me time to change your mind
That always seems to heal the wounds
If I can, get you to dance
Something in you
Put a hold on my heart
It's hard to believe now
Here is a place that will never be dark
I remember that place
That kind of touch, electricity of love
That certain kind of grace
That you love because you become someone
else
In an instant
(REPEAT CHORUS x6)
(children singing)