Call To War Songtext

Lone Bellow

von Then Came The Morning

Call To War Songtext
Tables prepared and streets of gold
You've bared your tears from stories told
The stage is set so we can fly
But suns will set and hearts are wild

'Til the southern wind puts me me six feet down
My feet won't rest 'til my love is found

Remember when the mountains fell
Like pennies down a wishing well
Wishing not the day would come
When I would march so far from home

'Til the southern wind puts me me six feet down
My feet will march to holy ground

Our labor, it may end in vain
While we walk the fields of the slain
When call to war from trumpets tall
Love will see the armies fall
When call to war from trumpets tall
Love will see the armies fall
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