The Lost Children Gordon Lightfoot

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[Verse 1]
Down the hall their voices ring
Their feet are on the run
Phantoms on the winter sky
Together they do come
Faded lips and eyes of blue
They're carried in the wind
Their laughter filled the countryside
But they'll not laugh again

[Verse 2]
All the games are ended now
Their voices have been stilled
Their fathers built the tools of war
By which they all were killed
Their fathers made the uniforms
Showing which side they were on
And the young boys wear the middle name
For the guns to prey upon

[Verse 3]
You've seen the fires in the night
Watched the devil as he smiles
You've heard a mother's mournful cry
As she searches for her child
You've seen the lines of refugees
The faces of despair
And wondered at the wise men
Who never seem to care