Sons Of
Scott Walker 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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own

So long ago: long, long, ago

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished 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 the children ran from your arms

So long ago: long, long, ago

But sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads, some wrote the poems
Some went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies

So long ago: long, long, ago

But, 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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own.

Overall Meaning

The song "Sons Of" by Scott Walker is a poignant reflection on the universality of human experience. The opening lines - "Sons of the thief, sons of the saint / Who is the child with no complaint" - suggest that regardless of social status or circumstance, all children are fundamentally the same. They all experience joy and pain, happiness and sadness, and this shared humanity is something that binds us all together.


As the song progresses, Walker touches on the fleeting nature of childhood and the way that children are often taken from us too soon. Lines like "All of the children vanished too soon" and "Some went to war, some never came home" suggest a sense of loss and sadness that runs throughout the track.


However, despite this melancholy tone, there is also a sense of hope and optimism in the song. The repeated refrain of "All were children like your own" reminds us that, ultimately, we are all part of the same global family, and that we should strive to treat each other with kindness, love, and respect.


Overall, "Sons Of" is a beautiful meditation on the fragile beauty of childhood, and a reminder that in many ways we are all children at heart.


Line by Line Meaning

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Children who are born to both the good and the bad, the sinners and the saints.


Who is the child with no complaint
As a parent, you worry about the child who never speaks up or complains about their struggles.


Sons of the great or sons unknown
Regardless of their social status or fame, every child is equal and important.


All were children like your own
All children, regardless of whose they are, deserve to be loved and protected like your own.


The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears
Children are children no matter their background, and every child experiences both happiness and sadness.


The cries at night, the nightmare fears
As a parent, you are always there to comfort your child in their times of fear and sadness, even at night.


But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
Regardless of their upbringing or financial status, every child is important and worthy of love and care.


All of the children ran from your arms
Sometimes children grow up and move away, even if they were once held dearly in the arms of their parents.


Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
Children are exposed to both beauty and destruction in the world around them, but they still need guidance and protection.


All of the children vanished too soon
Children grow up too fast and time with them is fleeting, so it is important to cherish every moment.


Sons of your sons or sons passing by
As generations pass, the love and care for children remains constant, and even those passing by deserve attention and affection.


Children we lost in lullabies
Sometimes, as parents, you lose or miss out on time with your children due to circumstances out of your control.


Sons of true love or sons of regret
Regardless of the circumstances of their conception, every child deserves the same love and attention.


All of the sons you cannot forget
The love for your children, no matter their age or distance, never fades and stays with you always.


Some built the roads, some wrote the poems
Every child has their own path in life, but they all have the potential for great things and should be cherished for who they are.


Some went to war, some never came home
As parents, you worry about the safety and well-being of your children, especially in times of conflict or danger.


So long ago: long, long, ago
The memories of your children, regardless of their age or distance, stay with you always, and time passes quickly.




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

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@rene2899

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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own

So long ago
Long, long ago

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished 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 the children ran from your arms

So long ago
Long, long ago

And sons of your sons are sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads, some row the boats
Some go to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies

So long ago
Long, long ago

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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own



All comments from YouTube:

@romyroulin1365

Sounds like a tender lullaby leading to a nightmare. So hauntingly beautiful

@robertdamico1

Why can't there be a voice as beautiful as, Scotts?

@Dblue862

Quantity over quality these days that's why.

@philipmayer4042

One of my favourite Scott Walker songs.
Reduces me to tears after all these years.

@ebaylistentomusic

You and me both. Just magnificent.

@bertrandfragniere1952

géniale interprétation d'une des plus belles chansons françaises !

@alanroberts4612

Written by a Belgian !

@rene2899

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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own

So long ago
Long, long ago

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished 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 the children ran from your arms

So long ago
Long, long ago

And sons of your sons are sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads, some row the boats
Some go to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies

So long ago
Long, long ago

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, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own

@advisortomen10MM

Thank you for this...

@Dblue862

An icon of British/American music, rest easy Mr Scott Walker.

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