Brother Craig`s Glory Lyrics

Glory Lyrics

And I wonder how Franklin felt in '42 

The war's still new, but I’m tired of fighting 

Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died brave men 

Exalted then, so wrong yet somehow inviting. 

Like a dream moving in slow motion 

The smell of death spreads across the ocean 

Despite the masses that hate the notion 

Bending every purpose toward war 



And the bombs start falling, 

Tight fists of rage hurled 

Searching for sanity in such a crazy world 



I guess I thought when we got in our boats and sailed away 

We wouldn't be here today 

We left behind all that fighting 

In a place where they're still debating feudal rights 

And boundary lines, and ancient agreements 

But I know that I’m only dreaming 

Any day I could wake up screaming 

Taking orders in a far away land 

Marching round with a gun in my hand 



And the bombs start falling, 

As the trigger fingers pull 

Searching for sanity in such a crazy world 



Little boys go marching on for peace