SONS OF
(Fils de)

On Memorial Day, Dede posted a video of this wonderful song by Judy Collins.

The lyrics are by Jacques Brel. I want to write these lyrics so you

can read them and then I will comment on what they mean to me.

SONS OF
by
Jacques Brel

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint, who is the child with no complaint?

Sons of the great, sons unknown, all are children like your own.

The same sweet smile, the same sad tears,

The ones at night, the nightmare fears,
Sons of the great or sons unknown, all were children like your own.
So long ago, long, long ago.

Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms, all of the children run from your arms,
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin,
All of the children vanish too soon,
In towering waves, in walls of flesh,
Among dying birds trembling with death.
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children run from your arms.
So long ago, long, long ago.

Sons of your sons, sons passing by, children are lost in lullabies.
Sons of true love or sons of regret, all of the sons you can never forget.
Some built the roads, some wrote the poems,
Some went to war, some never came home.
Sons of your sons or sons passing by, children are lost in lullabies.

(Next I will comment on what these great lyrics mean to me.)