The morning mist is burning slow
Blood od sons and brothers gonna flow
Tomorrow will I live,
I just donıt know
Morning comes we march again
Into the fields of the killing man
Donıt know where Iım going
Or just where I been
At times I feel so alone
Hope to find my way back home
Mama I done asked the Lord
He told me, ³Son, I just donıt know...²
Harvester of pain
I ainıt the one to blame
Harvester of pain
Caught between the blue and the gray
Mama I done killed a man
Was told he wasnıt part of the plan
Donıt worry none
I be getting by best that I can
Every dayıs a living hell
The reapear be weaving his spell
Serageant take me aside
Tell me son, ³Peace ainıt what weıre here to sell...²
At times I feel so alone
Hope to find my way back home
Mama I done asked the Lord
He told me, ³Son, I just donıt kow...²
Harvester of pain
I ainıt the one to blame
Harvester of pain
Caught between the blue and the gray
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