Pinwheel of Death

Bobby Scott


SONGS

Writers Artie Resnick, Bobby Scott

Genres Pop, Ballad, Americana, Family

Recorded 1970

Lyrics verse 1:
THERE'S A BROKEN WHITE
AND WOODEN CROSS
ON A HILL
IN VIETNAM,
AND ITS SPLINTERED
WOODEN ARM
SEEMS TO WAVE
TO FOLKS BELOW.
A DOG TAG
HANGS AROUND
THAT CROSS
AND IT TOLLS
WITH EV'RY BREEZE,
CRYING OUT
TO THOSE WHO PASS:
COME VISIT
WITH ME
PLEASE!

Chorus
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS
PUT A FLOWER
ON HIS GRAVE.
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS.
HE WAS TOO YOUNG
TO EVEN SHAVE.

verse 2:
THE BLOOD HAS DRIED
AT VALLEY FORGE,
AND SAPLINGS
NOW ARE OLD.
THEY REMEMBER
SEVENTY SIX
AND THE RAG CLAD RANKS
SO COLD.
FORGET THEM NOT
FOR WHAT THEY GAVE
TO MAKE
THIS COUNTRY FREE
I'D WALK
TO SEE THEM
IF I COULD
BUT MY LEGS
ARE AT NORMANDY.

Chorus
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS
PUT A FLOWER
ON HIS GRAVE.
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS.
HE WAS TOO YOUNG
TO EVEN SHAVE.

verse 3:
THERE'S A MOUND OF DIRT
IN OLD VICKSBURG
THAT ISN'T MARKED
AT ALL,
BUT A RUSTY MUSKET
LIES
WHERE YOUNG JOHNNY
ONCE STOOD TALL.
HIS MOTHER
NEVER KNEW
THE PLACE
OR THE HERO'S
DEED HE DONE
JUST A SLIP OF PAPER
SAYING
MISSING IN ACTION.

Chorus
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS
PUT A FLOWER
ON HIS GRAVE.
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS.
HE WAS TOO YOUNG
TO EVEN SHAVE.
 

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