Stained-Glass Morning Through a stained-glass morning they’re diggin’ in the green grass again Who’s that mournin’ I have seen her face somewhere but when Well fold up the flag that was covering him Give it to the woman that was lovin’ him And whisper that he died defending her liberty But they’ll lay him six feet down in some far-off piece of ground With one stone markin’ him where three should be Chorus: Cause they’ll never give her back the song he would sing And they’ll never give her back the child he would bring And they’ll never give her back the brother they took from me Through a stained-glass morning a thousand years have greened the grass again In the rain I hang mournin’ A face I couldn’t recognise then Well fold up the flag that was coverin’ me Give it to the woman that was lovin’ me Then whisper that I died defending her liberty But they laid me six feet down in some far-off piece of ground With one stone markin’ me where three should be Chorus +: Through a stained-glass mornin’ by: José Duarte