B Yellow - Where Real Soldiers Roam lyrics

Run, run, run right away, The battle is coming, they will take you away. They've claimed our land as their own, They'll drive you from our homes. War-torn fields of red, white and blue, The cavalry will charge, charge towards you. The fires are starting to burn all that is dear, Grab your loved ones; Run right from here! Growing up in valley far from life, The campfires flicker the outlines of hare. A distant drum that was shaking your homes, Was it just dreams or where real soldiers roam? Singing the songs that symbolise, The beauty of love and tranquillity, And liberty, so long-lost and gone, Take your blades; youre feeling so alone. Run, run, run right away, The battle is coming, they will take you away. They've claimed our land as their own, They'll drive you from our homes. War-torn fields of red, white and blue, The cavalry will charge, charge towards you. The fires are starting to burn all that is dear, Grab your loved ones; Run right from here! Your mother's been taken, your father too, Now all thats left is your sister to hold, A distant drum it was shaking your home, Now you all know that's where real soldiers roam. Run, run, run right away, The battle is coming, they will take you away. They've claimed our land as their own, They'll drive you from our homes. War-torn fields of red, white and blue, The cavalry will charge, they'll charge towards you. The fires are starting to burn all that is dear, Grab your loved ones; Run right from here! Cold and brittle, unwanted people. Snowstorms surround the darkest of wilderness. The red, the white, the blue, they're coming after you! Run, run, run right away, The battle is coming, they will take you away. They've claimed our land as their own, They'll drive you from our homes. War-torn fields of red, white and blue, The cavalry will charge, charge towards you. The fires are starting to burn all that is dear, Grab your loved ones; Run right from here!