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Your Daughters and Your Sons (The Duhks) · Daughters of Water, Sons of the Sea (Jesse Boggs) · First Families of Country: Sons & Daughters (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lock Up Your Daughters (Motörhead) · Daughters of the Alamo (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daughters of Texas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daughters (Nas) · Daughters of the Kaos/In Search of Manny (Luscious Jackson) · Eleven Daughters (Aaron Immanuel Wright) · Daughters of the Celtic Moon (Lisa Lynne) – and 90 other albums »


still call my name
Oh, I bid you peace, jerusalem

these seven hills will be your resting place
Our sons and our daughters
May never feel the grace
Within
You have given us
A new name
The sons and daughters of your righteousness
You have taking all of our shame
And given us the gift of holiness
You have given us
A new name
The sons and daughters of your righteousness
You have taking all of our shame
And given us the gift of holiness
and rejoice
For the love that He has given us all
Children of God, by the blood of His Son
We have been redeemed and we can be called
Children of God
Children
a breed 
You're signed in blood 
I'm a poor man's son, workin' all night long 
Got a bad guitar and a simple song 
You're a rich man's daughter 
You're
a breed 
you're signed in blood 
I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long 
Got a bad guitar and a simple song 
you're a rich man's daughter 
You're
now we’re children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict’ry and tell me grave
now we’re children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict’ry and tell me grave
Every man was free
To live the way he chose to live
And be who he could be

Some of them were farmers there
And tilled the frozen soil
But all they
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear. 

One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear. 

One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
In hot water 
(when they fall by the way)
Sons and daughters
(they don't do)
What they oughta

Tell me something
Where you staying tonight
Your
(When they fall by the way)
Sons and daughters
(They don't do)
What they oughta

Tell me something
Where you staying tonight
Your folks 
Have
so dearly loved
And ransomed by the saviour's blood
Called by name, daughter and son
Wrapped in the robe of righteousness

So come home running
of fortunate sons
For us it's a matter of charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
Drink well from your bottomless cup
And bask in your good fortune
We are falling over the ends of the earth
So gather your sons and daughters before you
And tell them that these are the final days of all
Preach
The dead still look the same
Who cares they're soon forgotten
Nobody loves corpse that's rotten
Your fathers, mothers, daughters, sons
Have been taken by
Every day she gets a little weaker
The beauty she once knew has come and gone
We've murdered all her sons and all her daughters
The blood is on your
make it alone.

We've lived out all the stories
And sang all the old songs.
It takes one to know me,
I guess you're the one.

Your daughter's
by the chosen ones
But don´t forget you made the choise,
You made your mark, you raised your voice,
They´re all the same, you´re all to blame
The dead still look the same
Who cares they're soon forgotten
Nobody loves corpse that's rotten
Your fathers, mothers, daughters, sons
Have been taken by
Don't blame your daughter 
That's just sentimental 
And don't blame your mum 
For all that you've done wrong 
Your daddy's is not guilty 
You
make it alone.

We've lived out all the stories
And sang all the old songs.
It takes one to know me,
I guess you're the one.

Your daughter's
fighting for?

What will I tell my daughter?
What will you tell your son?
Where were all the doves?
That we were nothing but a shadow

A faceless
comes

The hearts of the daughters of the men,
Won by the softness of the sons of women’s hands
To leave it up to love would leave it left to chance