[00:00.00] 作词 : N Merchant/J Lombardo/M G Walsh
[00:01.00] 作曲 : N Merchant/J Lombardo/M G Walsh
[00:40.11]She borders the pavement
[00:42.84]Flanks avenues
[00:45.90]Parades pass white glove attended by
[00:47.82]My mother the war
[00:50.91]She'll raise a shaft
[00:51.33]Lift a banner
[00:51.75]Toss a rose
[00:52.05]My mother the war
[00:52.62]She's made every effort
[00:53.07]To salvage the few
[00:53.46]Bought fourteen liberty bonds
[00:56.10]My mother the war
[00:56.67]Mother the war
[01:28.35]She knows every neighbor
[01:28.77]Chats at their doors
[01:29.49]Compare econosize electric appliances
[01:30.63]My mother the war
[01:33.63]Share tea and a seat
[01:34.95]By my cradle with
[01:35.58]My mother the war
[01:39.39]Mother the war
[02:05.61]Caressing the globe
[02:08.82]Touch on his isle
[02:12.54]She wrings hands in pensive waiting
[02:13.26]My mother the war
[02:13.62]Haunts her doorway
[02:16.29]Begs her postman
[02:16.77]Is there word for
[02:17.13]My mother the war
[02:17.49]Moments of distant vigil
[02:18.18]Three years each tour
[02:18.69]hands of god enfold him prayed
[02:21.36]My mother the war
[02:21.81]Mother the war
[02:53.43]In bitter defiance
[02:58.62]She's spitting the corps
[03:00.12]She's wet a brood short league for combat
[03:11.82]My mother the war
[03:18.18]Well acquainted with sorrow
[03:18.72]Left millions in grief
[03:21.63]My mother the war
[03:21.99]Fold
[03:22.11]Laced
[03:22.23]Carrion
[03:22.41]Blood
[03:23.97]Soaked
[03:24.39]Robes
[03:24.51]Mother the war

作词 : N Merchant/J Lombardo/M G Walsh
作曲 : N Merchant/J Lombardo/M G Walsh
She borders the pavement
Flanks avenues
Parades pass white glove attended by
My mother the war
She'll raise a shaft
Lift a banner
Toss a rose
My mother the war
She's made every effort
To salvage the few
Bought fourteen liberty bonds
My mother the war
Mother the war
She knows every neighbor
Chats at their doors
Compare econosize electric appliances
My mother the war
Share tea and a seat
By my cradle with
My mother the war
Mother the war
Caressing the globe
Touch on his isle
She wrings hands in pensive waiting
My mother the war
Haunts her doorway
Begs her postman
Is there word for
My mother the war
Moments of distant vigil
Three years each tour
hands of god enfold him prayed
My mother the war
Mother the war
In bitter defiance
She's spitting the corps
She's wet a brood short league for combat
My mother the war
Well acquainted with sorrow
Left millions in grief
My mother the war
Fold
Laced
Carrion
Blood
Soaked
Robes
Mother the war