Sons & Daughters Songtext
von The Quaker City Night Hawks

Well hey now, sons and daughters
You′ve got to hear me, hear me
Gotta go down, in the water
Do not fear me, don't fear me
Gotta go down, little bit further
Until our ears bleed, our ears bleed

Well hey now, sons and daughters
You′ve got to hear me, hear me
Cause the storm's on, make an altar
You've got to help me, help me
Get empty, sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, say heal me


Well hey now, sons and daughters
You′ve got to hear me, hear me
Cause the storm′s on, make an altar
You've got to help me, help me
Get empty, sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, say heal me

Well hey now, sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, say heal me
Get empty, sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, say heal me
Get empty, sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, say heal me
Hear me, sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, say heal me