White Goodbyes

Well, it's the same old story Southern blood - Northern seas Few regrets over a past time glory Few words you have lost what they mean Southern blood Southern blood Southern blood Northern seas Then one day we'll cry as the birds do In a clear bright circle of wings and feathers Flying over these green fields of morning dew Biting the hand of the stormy weather And we'll never get back, you know And it's the same old story Old soldiers praying for eternal peace Few regrets over a past time glory Southern blood Southern blood Southern blood Northern seas Well, it's the same old story Southern blood - Northern seas Few regrets over a past time glory Southern blood Southern blood Southern blood Northern seas