Sons Of
Judy Collins Lyrics


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Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
The same sweet smiles and the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great, sons unknown
All were children like yourown
So long ago

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farm
All of their children run from your arms
Through fields of gold through fields of ruin
All of their chidren vanish too soon
In towering waves in walls of flesh
Among dying birds trembling with death
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of their children run from your arms
Sons of your sands or sons passing by

Children we lost in a lullaby
Sons of true love and sons of regret
All of their sons you cannot forget
Some build the roads, some wrote the poems
Some went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons orsons passing by




Children we lost in a lullaby
So long ago, long, long ago

Overall Meaning

The song "Sons Of" by Judy Collins is a heart-wrenching reflection on the human condition and the universal experiences that connect us all. The lyrics speak to the commonality of all the different kinds of people in the world, emphasizing the shared bond of childhood innocence and life's inevitable hardships. The lines "sons of the thief, sons of the saint" highlight the dichotomy of good and evil in humanity, but ultimately remind the listener that all individuals were once just innocent children.


The song ultimately speaks to the ephemeral and fleeting nature of life. The final line "so long ago, long, long ago" emphasizes the passage of time and the inevitability of death. The repetition of the phrase "sons of" throughout the song serves as a reminder that all people are connected, despite their differences. Each son, a reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing every moment with loved ones.


Overall, "Sons Of" is a poignant reflection on the universality of the human experience and a reminder that we are all connected in our shared humanity.


Line by Line Meaning

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Regardless of character or morality, all children are innocent


Who is the child with no complaint
The innocence and vulnerability of children


Sons of the great or sons unknown
All children have value, regardless of social status or recognition


All were children like your own
All children are deserving of love and care


The same sweet smiles and the same sad tears
Shared human experiences, regardless of background


The cries at night, the nightmare fears
The universality of childhood fears


So long ago
Reflecting on the passage of time and loss of innocence


But sons of tycoons or sons of the farm
The common thread of parenthood across all socioeconomic backgrounds


All of their children run from your arms
The inevitable cycle of life and death


Through fields of gold through fields of ruin
The fleeting nature of life, both in prosperity and hardship


All of their chidren vanish too soon
The tragedy of children dying prematurely


In towering waves in walls of flesh
The brutality of war and loss of life


Among dying birds trembling with death
The fragility of life and the interconnectedness of nature


Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
The commonality of parental love across all backgrounds


All of their children run from your arms
The inevitability and tragedy of death


Sons of your sands or sons passing by
The fleeting nature of human relationships


Children we lost in a lullaby
The memories of lost loved ones


Sons of true love and sons of regret
The complexities of familial relationships and human emotion


All of their sons you cannot forget
The lasting impact of loved ones, regardless of their status or relationship


Some build the roads, some wrote the poems
The variety of human potential and achievements


Some went to war, some never came home
The tragedy of war and its impact on families


Sons of your sons orsons passing by
The fleeting nature of human relationships and the cycle of life and death


Children we lost in a lullaby
The memories of lost loved ones


So long ago, long, long ago
The sense of time passing and lost opportunities




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ERIC BLAU, GERARD JOUANNEST, JACQUES ROMAN BREL, MORT SHUMAN

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Comments from YouTube:

Michael Brodsky

Haven't heard this in 42 years. Needed to hear it again for some reason tonight. Incredible moving. Great piano accompaniement. Still packs an incredibly poignant punch. Lovely voice. Many many thanks.

nmvince42

One of my favorite Judy songs with a powerful message.  How many soldiers have to die before we learn?

Nick Doe

2.4 more :D

Steve Sanzari

Judy Collins was my favorite female folk artist,I remember the first time I heard this Album In the late 60’s when this Album came out I was going to Cape cod , perfect Album for the New England shores.

Gary Langenwalter

Had this running through my head tonight. So good to hear it!

beachman831

hauntingly beautiful...profoundly touches the heart and swirls about the mind...magical

patrick ryan

"swirls around the mind" - Yes! 6/2019

George Fos

Heard this song in South Vietnam while on patrol from a farmer market, 1969, Danang . Felt peaceful.

HollyD 002

Utterly beautiful!

hurdygurdyguy1

I tear up every time I hear this... especially the lines "...amid dying birds trembling with death..." and I see WWII clips of B-17s falling apart in flames, and Kamikaze planes being gunned down (and I know war is kill or be killed .. it still tears me up)

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