London Daughters - Dispatch

Come all you London Daughters

And sons of the looking glass

Walking through the sullied water

Na na na you can’t go back

Feeding on the lost and fallen

It’s all we’ve ever done

Can you hear their voices calling

Go now and put down your guns

And as the old wind blows

We’re going down then up

Come all you Dublin fathers

And your next of kin

Walking through the bloodied water

The cancer upon your skin

When we were hit will hit back harder

That’s our refrain

And we’ll make the war go longer

Just so they can know our pain

And as the cadence calls

We’re going down, down then up

Can you see a light burning up ahead

Or feel the wisdom in the ground

Can you hear the story carried in the wind

And see the bird flying up

Come all you wailing mothers

Those who have lost so much

Show us how we begin to regain your touch

With your children everywhere

Tracing family names

You’re walking miles and miles

To show them the way

And like the air in her lungs

We’re going down then, down then up