Spirit Of The Land Lyrics - Singles - Hans York

(Hans York / T. Armstrong) 

Wake up, wake up 

Wake my girls every morning 

Stand em up, Stand em up 

Put their warm clothes on tight 

Feed em well, feed em well 

Hope the food keeps em healthy 

Send em off, send em off 

To get the news of the world 

And I ought to know it 

Won't change for my girls 

But my daughters will grow in 

Another world 

Yet we're not the only ones 

Suffered through cause 

To raise up their motives 

Above other laws 

But I hold through it all 

A belief in our land 

Hold on to the spirit of the damned 

Lift it up, lift it up 

Lift the flag to its station 

Separate, separate 

We are not of their kind 

Send em off, send em off 

Men and women to fight 

The numbness we're facing 

Passes through crowds 

The patterns we're chasing 

Aren't allowed 

Yet we're not... 

Dresden, Panama, 

London and Paris 

Hiroshima, Netherlands, 

Cambodia, New York 

And I ought to know it 

Won't change for my girls 

My daughters will grow in 

Another world