Stained-Glass Morning
 
             
Through a stai

              
ned-glass morn

            		
ing they’re di

	      
ggin’ in the g

reen grass aga

in
       
Who’s that mou

  
rnin’ I have s

een her face s

omewhere, but 

when

             
Well fold up t

              
he flag that w

   
as covering hi

m
             
Give it to the

              
 woman that wa

  
s lovin’ him
             
And whisper th

              
at he died def

              
ending her lib

  
erty
            
But they’ll la

              
y him six feet

            
 down in some 


far-off piece 

of ground
              
With one stone

            
 markin’ him w

        
here three sho

uld be
 
Chorus:
              
Cause they’ll 

       
never give her

 back the song

 he would sing
            
And they’ll ne

		     
ver give her b

ack the child 

he would bring
            
And they’ll ne

		            
ver give her b

              
ack the brothe

  
r they took fr

om me

          

Through a stained-glass morning a thousand years have greened the grass again
In the rain I hang mournin’
A face I couldn’t recognise, then

Well fold up the flag that was coverin’ me
Give it to the woman that was lovin’ me
Then whisper that I died defending her liberty
But they laid me six feet down in some far-off piece of ground
With one stone markin’ me where three should be

Chorus +:
Through a stained-glass mornin’



by: José Duarte
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