Sons And Fascination - John Peel Session / 1982

Lyrics for Sons And Fascination - John Peel Session / 1982

Summer rains are here Savage beauty dies Falling youth from grace Sister feeling calls Cruel land to land No faith, no creed, no choice Half a world away Beauty sleeps in time Sound of fury play Over the waves My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays Riding for joyal Governing some years Heart set in a mile Thank you for the voice Thank you for the eyes Thank you for the good times Gold for guns and cars Scars on lot of kids In screaming beauty days Over the years My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays Only weaves that twist When white money calls Falling youth from grace White movement trust Braves are leaving town When boys of dead areas call Immolation trust Immolation soul Sons of passion nation My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays My sons, warm lands, silly Mondays My sons and warm lands Silly Mondays Oh, my sons and warm lands Silly Mondays Oh, my sons and warm lands