March Lyrics

March lyrics

"A daughter born the day they walked the moon
Somewhere on the edge of
the Age of Aquarius
In the year her mother
Would have otherwise
forgotten

July was very hot in North Carolina
So she left for Buffalo
on a bus in the rain
With the steam off the asphalt still wet in her
hair
And the pain of her soldier gone
Just sailed away

Before he
was a soldier, he was just his mother's boy
And that's exaclty how she
planned to keep him
His father died so long ago and he was all she
had
Still she shared his love with a very young wife
And before the war
things weren't so bad

But every generation makes the same
mistakes
And still they send their sons away to do the same
The mothers
cry and the daughters die inside
And the sons like the
fathers
March

Whose hair was longer?  I think his, she might
say
But in the army they cut it all away
Too much room for wild thoughts
to grow

And in the spring of his child's first year
The father, hey
the son, the husband
Under beautiful sky, youth like fire in his eyes
He
gave his life for nothin'
No, nothin' at all, they said

So many years
and the pain it still remains
And now her daughter's man will sail
away
Politics and promises forever the same
We take away and sacrifice
what we cannot replace

And every generation makes the same
mistakes
And still they send their sons away to do the same
And the
mothers cry and the daughters die inside
And the sons like the
fathers
Now the sons and the daughters
March

Buffalo in the
winter, bitter as it is
Is home for three generations of widowed
brides"