The Quiet Rebellion, 'Carry Me Home'
Carry Me Home
In the cold gray dawn, they took him away.
Chains on his wrists, no words left to say.
He smiled through the tears as the rain fell down
For the land he loved in this worn out town.
The fields are still green, but the hearts turn to stone.
Empty chairs by the fire where the young ones have gone.
Mothers still weep for the sons they can't hold.
Dreams of tomorrow buried deep in the cold.
Oh, carry me home to the hills I once knew,
Where the rivers run free and the skies are still blue.
Though the fight took my youth and it broke me in two,
I'll rise in your heart, forever true.
Oh, carry me home,
My brothers, adieu.
We marched for the freedom we never would see,
Gave all that we had for the right to be free,
Now the songs in the wind are the only ones left,
Whispers of glory and unending regret.
Oh, carry me home to the hills I once knew,
Where the rivers run free and the skies are still blue.
Though the fight took my youth and it broke me in two,
I'll rise in your heart, forever true.
Oh, carry me home,
My brothers, adieu.
No victory march, no triumphant refrain,
Just the ache of the lost and the weight of the chain.
Oh, carry me home to the hills far away,
Where the souls of the fallen still fight to this day.
If you hear my voice on the cold evening breeze,
Remember the price that we paid for our dreams.
Oh, carry me home.
Lay me down in the green.
Carry me home.
Carry me home.
by 'The Quiet Rebellion'
In the cold gray dawn, they took him away.
Chains on his wrists, no words left to say.
He smiled through the tears as the rain fell down
For the land he loved in this worn out town.
The fields are still green, but the hearts turn to stone.
Empty chairs by the fire where the young ones have gone.
Mothers still weep for the sons they can't hold.
Dreams of tomorrow buried deep in the cold.
Oh, carry me home to the hills I once knew,
Where the rivers run free and the skies are still blue.
Though the fight took my youth and it broke me in two,
I'll rise in your heart, forever true.
Oh, carry me home,
My brothers, adieu.
We marched for the freedom we never would see,
Gave all that we had for the right to be free,
Now the songs in the wind are the only ones left,
Whispers of glory and unending regret.
Oh, carry me home to the hills I once knew,
Where the rivers run free and the skies are still blue.
Though the fight took my youth and it broke me in two,
I'll rise in your heart, forever true.
Oh, carry me home,
My brothers, adieu.
No victory march, no triumphant refrain,
Just the ache of the lost and the weight of the chain.
Oh, carry me home to the hills far away,
Where the souls of the fallen still fight to this day.
If you hear my voice on the cold evening breeze,
Remember the price that we paid for our dreams.
Oh, carry me home.
Lay me down in the green.
Carry me home.
Carry me home.
by 'The Quiet Rebellion'
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