Текст песни New Model Army - My People 4 38

New Model Army
The Love Of Hopeless Causes
My People 4 38
(Sullivan)

Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces
The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling
Protect us in these changing times
The warm embrace, the killing price...
My people right or wrong

Remember running from the hall as the voices screamed behind us
I felt I'd die for you in the sunlit hills of our home
The moments come the recede away
The empty words, the hollow light of day...
My people right or wrong

And outside is cold
Staring up at the lighted window
And in the bitter home
The thicker the blood the faster it keeps on flowing

Get in your place, boy
Let's take what's ours, boy
Understand the price, boy

I've seen those who try to make a life without kin for ever
So I've taken my place uncertain at your shoulder
The last few prayers, the whistle blow,
And into the fray once more we go
My people right or wrong