"Mother Bury Your Sons" lyrics

If I scatter your ashes both far and wide
Across our nations great and sacred divide
Forgotten churchyard to ancient temple ruin
Broken bended knee to prayer and absolution
Rusted weapons at this empty border post
To the bones that are scattered across this foreign coast

Dressed in rags and our spiritual riches
Could you heal our wounds within mother's forgiveness?
Dressed in rags and our spiritual riches
Could you heal our wounds?

What beauty you reveal across the dreaded wire
Cheekbones of razor and eyes of defiant fire
Time stood still for the love we have proven
And this the vow of our heart's destitution
As young men who never thought of growing old
The words that leave a sign of love untold

Dressed in rags and our spiritual riches
Could you heal our wounds within mother's forgiveness?
Dressed in rags and our spiritual riches
Can you heal our wounds?
Can you heal our wounds?
Take my hands and heal these wounds
Mother won't you bury your sons?
Oh, mother you bury your sons
Oh, mother you bury, you bury your sons
You will bury, your sons