Beechey Boys
You came to me with gratitude
Thanking me for what I've done
As one mother to another
What price a mother's son
A sacrifice is given by those who chose a way
But for me there is no reason they took my boys away
The Beechey Boys now as they're known
Will live in history
From now until the day I die
My grief will five times be
I hope and pray that in my life
To grow not bitter be
But thank me not for the sacrifice
I did not give them willingly
No mothers' eyes to share the pain
No loving arms to hold
Only memories of when they were young
For they shall not grow old
To each of them a talent given
To bear fruit never seen
A simple cross lies in the place
Where a mother's tears have been
Cameron Love - Beechey Boys Lyrics
Cameron Love - Beechey Boys Lyrics
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Beechey Boys
You came to me with gratitude
Thanking me for what I've done
As one mother to another
What price a mother's son
A sacrifice is given by those who chose a way
But for me there is no reason they took my boys away
The Beechey Boys now as they're known
Will live in history
From now until the day I die
My grief will five times be
I hope and pray that in my life
To grow not bitter be
But thank me not for the sacrifice
I did not give them willingly
No mothers' eyes to share the pain
No loving arms to hold
Only memories of when they were young
For they shall not grow old
To each of them a talent given
To bear fruit never seen
A simple cross lies in the place
Where a mother's tears have been
You came to me with gratitude
Thanking me for what I've done
As one mother to another
What price a mother's son
A sacrifice is given by those who chose a way
But for me there is no reason they took my boys away
The Beechey Boys now as they're known
Will live in history
From now until the day I die
My grief will five times be
I hope and pray that in my life
To grow not bitter be
But thank me not for the sacrifice
I did not give them willingly
No mothers' eyes to share the pain
No loving arms to hold
Only memories of when they were young
For they shall not grow old
To each of them a talent given
To bear fruit never seen
A simple cross lies in the place
Where a mother's tears have been
Writer: Cameron Love
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