Pigpen Theatre Co. We Stand Alone
We stand alone with the bones of our father's breath
Retching our souls with the stories of life and death
Come pass away on the sinews of our strings
But watch your weary eyes and protect thy dreams
A call to arms
We brothers four
The jobs at hand
So dust your tongues
And instruments
To tell the tales of the land
Steal away the weight that crushes thy bare chest
For something's galloped all night
To mold this mare's nest
We were taught from the whisperings
Of our mother's fears
So watch your weary eyes and wipe away those tears
A call to arms
We brothers four
The jobs at hand
So dust your tongues
And instruments
To tell the tales of the land
Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi
Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi
Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi
Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem
Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem
Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem
