Standard (EADGBE)

Through a stained-glass morning they’re diggin’ in the green grass again

Who’s that mournin’ I have seen her face somewhere, but when

Well fold up the flag that was covering him

Give it to the woman that was lovin’ him

And whisper that he died defending her liberty

But they’ll lay him six feet down in some far-off piece of ground

With one stone markin’ him where three should be

Chorus

Cause they’ll never give her back the song he would sing

And they’ll never give her back the child he would bring

And they’ll never give her back the brother they took from me

Through a stained-glass morning a thousand years have greened the grass again

In the rain I hang mournin’

A face I couldn’t recognise, then

Well fold up the flag that was coverin’ me

Give it to the woman that was lovin’ me

Then whisper that I died defending her liberty

But they laid me six feet down in some far-off piece of ground

With one stone markin’ me where three should be

Chorus +:

Through a stained-glass mornin’