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The Patriot's Dream (Album Version) - Gordon Lightfoot
Written by：GORDON LIGH/LENNY WARONKER

The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs

The patriots dream is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie
Lets drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills

The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years

The patriots dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Lets drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills

Well there was a sad sad lady

Weeping all night long

She received a sad sad message

From a voice on the telephone

Her children were all sleeping

As she waited out the dawn

How could she tell those children

That their father was shot down

So she took them to her side that day
And she told them one by one

Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home

He tried to do his duty

And it took him straight to hell

He might be in some prison

I hope he's treated well

Well there was a young girl watching

In the early afternoon

When she heard the name of someone

Who said hed be home soon

And she wondered how they got him

But the papers did not tell

There would be no sweet reunion

There would be no wedding bells

So she took herself into her room and
She turned the bed sheets down

And she cried into the silken folds
Of her new wedding gown

He tried to do his duty

Took him straight to hell

He might be in some prison

I hope he's treated well

Well there was an old man sitting

In his mansion on the hill

And he thought of his good fortune

The time hed yet o kill

Well he called to his wife one day come sit
With me awhile

Then turning toward the sunset he smiled a wicked smile

Well I'd like to say I'm sorry for the sinful
Deeds I've done

But let me first remind you

I'm a patriotic son

They tried to do their duty

And it took 'em straight to hell

They might be in some prison

I hope they're treated well

The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs

The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years

The patriots dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Lets drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills