Lyrics

Blue Glory


Glory, Glory, wave that flag

White, they say, is pure and true
but white is the flag that the losers flew
while Glory?s Blue and Red
stretched up to Heaven

Glory, Glory, wave that flag

Red, it?s said, is for passions fed
or still, I?ve heard it?s the Devil?s thread
or the stripes of the men
who were bled on the fields of Dixie

Glory, Glory, wave that flag

Blue is the true and the strongest hue
and it?s even got friends with money, too
and it borrows the Green
to buy the sky and water

Glory, Glory, wave that flag

Oh America!
Where do we go tomorrow?
Perhaps we ride together?
With feisty ponies, saddlepacks and red bandanas
We follow the fumes of your gasoline cowboys?
Black coffee and beans taste so good on the moon.
But where is the music? The campfire symphony?
The crickets? The wolves? Your harmonica blues?
Oh America!
Where do we go tomorrow?

©2005
SJ Murphy
1770 Massachusetts Ave. #198
Cambridge, MA 02140
sjmurphy@murphysworkshop.com
617-504-4991