Comrades In The Dark

歌詞

There came a splendid golden sun, Across the darkened skies, It woke the bondsman from his dream As it fell upon his eyes. It lit the ways of freedom's path Sent forth the singing lark And bore a weeping blossom 'pon The flowers in the dark. They bloomed by country lane and town In freedom's fragrant scent, Giving heart to a weary folk When dark days came and went. And grew they strong and beautiful Midst fortune cold and stark The fairest flowers of their kind These roses of the dark. The winds of war came sweeping cruel The blossom would not cry. Oh how it broke the freeman's heart To see the first rose die. Some soldiers plucked the garden's joy And left a burning mark Upon the silver petalled bloom Now fettered in the dark. These flowers weep in dank cold cells No sun to light the gloom They suffer torture's vilest scorn To wither in their bloom. But e'er they yield these lovely things O hear they freedom's mark They are the light to guide the poor These flowers in the dark. I care not should we freemen die To see the garden flower, And humble bluebells lift their heads To rise in all their power. I hold a tear, torn sore in heart, 'Twere e're a Joan of Arc. 'Tis each one of these saintly flowers Who be in dungeons dark.