Orthodox Celts - Freedom Cry

Another morning yet so gray
Silently stands soldier unknown
His heart breaks like it's made of clay
Memories which were made forlorn

Just how black one day could be
Last day on that holy ground
Crowd, shouts, blood of free
And the siren farewell sound

Could it be that all was lost
In just one John Bull's flame
Generations paid the cost
Of another rebellious game

Could it be that all was lost
In just one John Bull's flame
Generations paid the cost
Of another rebellious game

As ship glides across the sea
Written future fades away
That brave man, that wasn't he
There is no prayer that he could say

Fears are now which are absurd
Distant tears across the shore
Screams at night that stay unheard
Freedom cry for evermore

Could it be that all was lost
In just one John Bull's flame
Generations paid the cost
Of another rebellious game

Could it be that all was lost
In just one John Bull's flame
Generations paid the cost
Of another rebellious game

Could it be that all was lost
In just one John Bull's flame
Generations paid the cost
Of another rebellious game

Could it be that all was lost
In just one John Bull's flame
Generations paid the cost
Of another rebellious game

- hvala rgoljovic