Bring Back

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 whose 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 Oh 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 Before 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 unspoiled as a child can be With open arms calling liberty Like his father