Lyrics
They will tell us stories of how they were emptied, maybe this is just a dream
Where have all the children gone, where have all the children gone Children, and swinging from the branches
We hope they re hiding, where have all the children gone
where have all the children gone
Where have all the children gone, we hope they re playing a game
Those of us who remain, just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees
where have all the children gone
Where have all the children gone, where have all the children gone
Maybe this is just a dream, maybe this is just a dream
emptied by the fingers of fathers
Emptied by the fingers of fathers, if we put our ears to those shelves
but we know this is really happening
if we put our ears to those shelves
Emptied by the fingers of fathers, and swinging from the branches
Where have all the children gone, we hope they re playing a game Gone?, maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
Maybe this is just a dream, they will tell us stories of how they were emptied
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees, wander around like abandoned children in shopping malls
emptied by the fingers of fathers
Where have all the children gone, where have all the children gone
Those of us who remain, where have all the children gone
sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet
And swinging from the branches, where have all the children gone
We hope they re playing a game, maybe this is just a dream, or maybe they just disappeared
and swinging from the branches
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees, or maybe they just disappeared
We hope they re playing a game, the creaking silence of age, we hope they re hiding
They were leaping over coals and swooning at anything, where have all the children gone
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves, sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet
They will tell us stories of how they were emptied, just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees, or maybe they just disappeared
They were leaping over coals and swooning at anything, where have all the children gone
Where have all the children gone, and swinging from the branches, emptied by the fingers of fathers
The creaking silence of age, they will tell us stories of how they were emptied
Where have all the children gone, they were leaping over coals and swooning at anything
and swinging from the branches
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees, echoes through the streets
they will tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied by the fingers of fathers, where have all the children gone, where have all the children gone
Emptied by the fingers of fathers, wander around like abandoned children in shopping malls, the creaking silence of age