Texty písní Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn

Grim Travellers

Ministers meet -- work on the movement of goods

Also work on the movement of capital

Also work on the movement of human beings

As if we were so many cattle

Grim travellers in dawn skies

See the beauty -- makes you cry inside

Makes you angry and you don't know why

Grim travellers in dawn skies

Twelve mercenaries got weapons primed

Gonna take that African nation in record time

You wonder why they bother, why not leave it alone

They say, "Every man wants to retire to a place he can call his own"

Those grim travellers in dawn skies

See the beauty -- makes them cry inside

Makes them angry and they don't know why

Grim travellers in dawn skies

Redness, richer than a rose

Blooms against the backdrop of somebody's white clothes

Bitter little girls and boys from the Red Army Underground

They'd blow away Karl Marx if he had the nerve to come around

They're just grim travellers in dawn skies

See the beauty -- makes them cry inside

Makes them angry and they don't know why

They're grim travellers in dawn skies

Down on the plain of 10,000 smokestacks

Trucks butt each other to establish dominance

The newspaper next to me leans over and says matter-of-factly

"Sacred mountains towers above meadows" - uh huh - and above us

Grim travellers in dawn skies

I see the beauty -- makes me cry inside

It makes me angry and I don't know why

We're grim travellers in dawn skies