Paint me now,
Paint me saffron, mother, paint me so.
Paint me saffron, mother, paint me so.
Paint me saffron, paint, paint me true,
Paint me saffron, mother, paint me so.
Warriors march, chests bared to the light,
Smiling, they give their lives for dawn's bright flight,
To show the world how death can bring life's grace,
Your sons now march to guard your sacred space,
A freedom flame, blood coursing, bold and free.
Paint me now,
Paint me saffron, mother, paint me so.
Paint me saffron, mother, paint me so.
Paint me saffron, paint, paint me true,
Paint me saffron, mother, paint me so.
Paint me saffron, paint, paint me true,
Paint me saffron, mother, paint me so.
|
