Mother my sweet mother Don't you cry for him anymore by sundown it was better for you let to him go Brother my dear brother Your prayers brought you cure At least it seems your god made you better, gave you hope
He's not coming home Dressed to the nines He's only waiting for beyond
father so bring me mind back
Sister forgive me sister The now becomes unbearable The green silver screen cause children will grieve and the why's don't really matter at all It's just the way it goes So brother my dear brothers this is a song I wrote for us all
He's not coming home Dressed to the nines He's only waiting for beyond
Please give me the edge of something Even if might be small Leave me closure of some kind Let me go Let go let go I think that something is wrong he's not coming at all I think that something is wrong It's more than a broken bone