Hans York Spirit Of The Land Lyrics

Spirit Of The Land Lyrics

(Hans York / T. Armstrong) 



Wake up, wake up

Wake my girls every morning

Stand em up, Stand em up

Put their warm clothes on tight

Feed em well, feed em well

Hope the food keeps em healthy

Send em off, send em off

To get the news of the world



And I ought to know it

Won't change for my girls

But my daughters will grow in

Another world



Yet we're not the only ones

Suffered through cause

To raise up their motives

Above other laws

But I hold through it all

A belief in our land

Hold on to the spirit of the damned



Lift it up, lift it up

Lift the flag to its station

Separate, separate

We are not of their kind

Send em off, send em off

Men and women to fight



The numbness we're facing

Passes through crowds

The patterns we're chasing

Aren't allowed



Yet we're not…



Dresden, Panama,

London and Paris

Hiroshima, Netherlands,

Cambodia, New York



And I ought to know it

Won't change for my girls

My daughters will grow in

Another world