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Written to be performed at Gulf Wars XXIX (2020): The War That Never Was
=Background=
This song was written by [[Jon Chesey]] in 2020 and originally intended to be presented at the War Bard competition at Gulf Wars XXIX (2020) which was subsequently cancelled due to the pandemic. Instead, it was debuted during the B3R online bardic nights.


[https://www.facebook.com/groups/Calontir/permalink/10158370187599187/ Too Many Sons] by Jon Chesey
=Lyrics=
My first son was born on a bright summer morn,<br />
With laughter as long as a hot summer day.<br />
And when the wars came, I begged him, “Don’t go”<br />
But glory called him, and he would not stay.<br />
He left my arms, with a laugh and a dream,<br />
On the battlefield, his laughs turned to screams.<br />


My first son was born,<br>
''Chorus''<br />
On a bright summer morn,<br>
''I’ve lost too many sons, to too many wars.''<br />
With laughter as long,<br>
''They’ve died far from home, on those far distant shores.''<br />
As a hot summer day.<br>
''The needs of a mother are often ignored.''<br />
And when the wars came,<br>
''Now I’ll be a mother, No more. No more.''<br />
I begged him, “Don’t go”<br>
''I’ll be a mother, no more.''<br />
But glory called him,<br>
And he would not stay.<br>
He left my arms,<br>
With a laugh and a dream,<br>
On the battlefield,<br>
His laughs turned to screams.<br>


Chorus
My second to me in a cold winter freeze.<br />
With a heart that could melt ice as fast as a flame,<br />
And when the wars came, I begged him, “Don’t go”<br />
But his spirit burned too hot for my words to tame.<br />
On the battlefield a spear cold as ice,<br />
Snuffed out that flame with a blow too precise.<br />


I’ve lost too many sons,<br>
''Chorus''
To too many wars.<br>
They’ve died far from home,<br>
On those far distant shores.<br>
The needs of a mother,<br>
Are often ignored.<br>
Now I’ll be a mother,<br>
No more. No more!<br>
I’ll be a mother,<br>
No more.<br>


My second to me,<br>
My third son I’d bring in the warm days of spring,<br />
In a cold winter freeze.<br>
With skin like a lily and cheeks like a rose.<br />
With a heart that could melt ice<br>
And when the wars came I begged him, “Don’t go”<br />
As fast as a flame,<br>
But he’d not be turned from the path he had chose.<br />
And when the wars came,<br>
Given my choice I’d as soon raise a coward,<br />
I begged him, “Don’t go”<br>
Then have the blood of my third son now water the flowers.<br />
But his spirit burned too hot,<br>
For my words to tame.<br>
On the battlefield,<br>
A spear cold as ice,<br>
Snuffed out that flame,<br>
With a blow too precise.<br>


Chorus
''Chorus''


My third son I’d bring,<br>
Now three sons I’ve lost and they’ve measured the cost<br />
In the warm days of spring,<br>
Of a man’s life to a small bag of gold.<br />
With skin like a lily,<br>
And when the wars come, I’ll say “I’ve no more.”<br />
And cheeks like a rose.<br>
For the warmth I once carried is buried and cold.<br />
And when the wars came,<br>
Though it’s my sons who battled and there they were killed,<br />
I begged him, “Don’t go”<br>
Make no mistake, it is my blood they spilled.<br />
But he’d not be turned<br>
From this path he had chose.<br>
Given my choice,<br>
I’d as soon raise a coward,<br>
Then have the blood of my third son,<br>
Now water the flowers.<br>


Chorus
''Chorus''


Now three sons I’ve lost,<br>
=Chords=
And they’ve measured the cost<br>
Am, G<br />  
Of a man’s life<br>
C, Em<br />
To a small bag of gold.<br>
Am, G<br />
And when the wars come,<br>
C, Em  Am<br />
I’ll say “I’ve no more.”<br>
F, C, Am<br />
For the warmth I once carried<br>
C, Em, Am<br />
Is buried and cold.<br>
 
Though it’s my sons in battle,<br>
''Chorus''
And there they were killed,<br>
 
Make no mistake,<br>
''Am, G''<br />
It is MY blood they've spilled.<br>
''C, Em''<br />
''F, C''<br />
''Am, Em, Am, C''<br />
''Am, Em, Am''


Chorus


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Latest revision as of 12:11, 23 April 2023

Background[edit | edit source]

This song was written by Jon Chesey in 2020 and originally intended to be presented at the War Bard competition at Gulf Wars XXIX (2020) which was subsequently cancelled due to the pandemic. Instead, it was debuted during the B3R online bardic nights.

Lyrics[edit | edit source]

My first son was born on a bright summer morn,
With laughter as long as a hot summer day.
And when the wars came, I begged him, “Don’t go”
But glory called him, and he would not stay.
He left my arms, with a laugh and a dream,
On the battlefield, his laughs turned to screams.

Chorus
I’ve lost too many sons, to too many wars.
They’ve died far from home, on those far distant shores.
The needs of a mother are often ignored.
Now I’ll be a mother, No more. No more.
I’ll be a mother, no more.

My second to me in a cold winter freeze.
With a heart that could melt ice as fast as a flame,
And when the wars came, I begged him, “Don’t go”
But his spirit burned too hot for my words to tame.
On the battlefield a spear cold as ice,
Snuffed out that flame with a blow too precise.

Chorus

My third son I’d bring in the warm days of spring,
With skin like a lily and cheeks like a rose.
And when the wars came I begged him, “Don’t go”
But he’d not be turned from the path he had chose.
Given my choice I’d as soon raise a coward,
Then have the blood of my third son now water the flowers.

Chorus

Now three sons I’ve lost and they’ve measured the cost
Of a man’s life to a small bag of gold.
And when the wars come, I’ll say “I’ve no more.”
For the warmth I once carried is buried and cold.
Though it’s my sons who battled and there they were killed,
Make no mistake, it is my blood they spilled.

Chorus

Chords[edit | edit source]

Am, G
C, Em
Am, G
C, Em Am
F, C, Am
C, Em, Am

Chorus

Am, G
C, Em
F, C
Am, Em, Am, C
Am, Em, Am