Текст песни Sunflower Boy - Josh Woodward

You're standing on my land, with shaky little hands
Your uniform is baggy and worn, your face is cold and blank
From your mother's breast, without a chance to rest
You woke up with a rifle slung across your hairless chest

Grow, sunflower boy
Grow, sunflower boy

They took you away, and put you on a train
And left you in your callow skin, with nothing to your name
And all you feeble boys, you never had a choice
Those fragile men, you speak for them, with a quiver in your voice

Grow, sunflower boy
Grow, sunflower boy

Little soldier, please, take this pile of seeds
And carry them till the bitter end, in the pocket of your sleeve
And when you close your eyes, beneath the fading skies
In the mud, a pool of blood, a sunflower will rise

Grow, sunflower boy
Grow, sunflower boy
Grow, sunflower boy
Grow, sunflower boy