I may be your forgotten son
Who wandered off at twenty-one
It's sad to find myself at home
Without you
If I could only hold your hand
And say I'm sorry, yes I am
I'm sure you'll really understand
Oh Mammy

Oh Mammy, oh Mammy Mammy Blue
Oh Mammy Blue
Oh Mammy, oh Mammy Mammy Blue

Je suis parti un soir d'été
Sans dire un mot sans t'embrasser
Sans un regard sur le passé-é
Dès que j'ai franchi la frontière
Le vent soufflait plus fort qu'hier
Quand j'étais près de toi ma mère-è-re

Perhaps this final act was meant
to clinch a lifetime's argument
that nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could.
For all those born beneath an angry star,
lest we forget how fragile we are.

On and on
the rain will fall
like tears from a star...
Like tears from a star.

On and on
the rain will say
how fragile we are...
How fragile we are.

On and on
the rain will fall
like tears from a star...
Like tears from a star.

On and on
the rain will say
how fragile we are...
How fragile we are.

If blood will flow
when flesh and steel are one
drying in the colour
of the evening sun,
tomorrow's rain
will wash the stains away,
but something in our minds
will always stay.

On and on
the rain will fall
like tears from a star...
Like tears from a star.

On and on
the rain will say
how fragile we are...
How fragile we are.

On and on
the rain will fall
like tears from a star...
Like tears from a star.