Bring Back
Keren Ann"Bring Back" is a song by Keren Ann, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:09 long and contains 36 lines and 216 words.
Lyrics
0:17Bring back my eldest
0:21Before my heart is withered
0:25He's a fighter and a winner
0:29A falling legend in the mirror
0:33He will spoil the hungry beast
0:36Till the flag is raised and the fire is ceased
0:40He'll sway and sway until he's creased
0:43And saved before the senior priest
0:48Like a rebel
1:04Bring back my second
1:08For he is left handed
1:12He don't know the rule of thumb
1:15The artillery the rolling drum
1:19Crafted for the right hand wrist
1:23Of the worthy knights with their clenching fist
1:27Not for my boy who's callow lips
1:30Have never yet been truly kissed
1:35By a lover
1:51Bring back my third
1:55Before his skin is burnt
1:58He lives inside an ancient soul
2:02Deep in the mist of rock and roll
2:06Of love will be his deadly sin
2:10When the ships arrive and it's time to spin
2:13The heavy swords from the eastern winds
2:17In the holy name of the King of Kings
2:22Like a promise
2:38Bring back my youngest
2:42Before his eyes have seen
2:46Bedore his youth will go to waste
2:49Don't give him any truth to taste
2:53I want him riding back to me
2:56On the sandy shores of the southern sea
3:00Green and upspoiled as a child can be
3:04With open arms calling liberty
3:09Like his father
Bring back my eldest Before my heart is withered He's a fighter and a winner A falling legend in the mirror He will spoil the hungry beast Till the flag is raised and the fire is ceased He'll sway and sway until he's creased And saved before the senior priest Like a rebel Bring back my second For he is left handed He don't know the rule of thumb The artillery the rolling drum Crafted for the right hand wrist Of the worthy knights with their clenching fist Not for my boy who's callow lips Have never yet been truly kissed By a lover Bring back my third Before his skin is burnt He lives inside an ancient soul Deep in the mist of rock and roll Of love will be his deadly sin When the ships arrive and it's time to spin The heavy swords from the eastern winds In the holy name of the King of Kings Like a promise Bring back my youngest Before his eyes have seen Bedore his youth will go to waste Don't give him any truth to taste I want him riding back to me On the sandy shores of the southern sea Green and upspoiled as a child can be With open arms calling liberty Like his father
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