Bobby Sands

Bobby Sands, Bobby Sands About the leader, with praying hands, Did the people understand About the hero from their land. I wonder if anyone can still recall The day that he did fall, Oh drawl. Bobby hoped, Bobby hoped With decisions he had coped, For the reason that he had died For his people and their pride. Did he shed just a single tear When they said his death was near, Oh dear. Bobby's heart, Bobby's heart Did they take his words as a farce, When he said that he would die While trying to earn his people's pride. Did they understood when he had said That soon, he would be dead, Oh dread. Bobby's dead, Bobby's dead From starvation from refusing to be fed, Now he's 6 foot under in the grave By trying to free the Irish slave. He stood for what he did believe He wanted to make the Irish free, Oh me. Bobby's tortured, Bobby's pain All he took in a losing game, So much he said all you gave So the Irish would be free again. All that he had was just a dream Freedom for ire of the green. Oh Queen. Bobby Sands, Bobby Sands Now the world understands, About the hero and who he was And what he stood for, just because But, now he's dead in the grave, I am so sorry for the Irish slave. Oh brave. Randy L. McClave