MOTHER RUSSIA
Mother Russia
how are you sleeping
Middle winter
cold winds blow
From the trees
the snowflakes drifting
Swirling round
like ghosts in the snow
Mother Russia
poetry majestic
Tells the time
of a great empire
Turning round
the old man ponders
Reminiscing
an age gone by
Mother Russia
Dance of the
tsars
Hold up your
heads
Be proud of
what you are
Now it has
come
Freedom at
last
Turning the
tides of history
And your past
Mother Russia
Dance of the
tsars
Hold up your
heads
Remember who
you are
Can you release
The anger the
grief
Can you be
happy
Now your people
are free
BACK TO DISCOGRAPHY - NO PRAYER FOR THE DYING
