| Song | There's a Wall in Washington |
| Artist | Iris DeMent |
| Album | The Way I Should |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dement | |
| There's a wall in Washington | |
| and it's made of cold black granite | |
| They say 60,000 names are etched there in it | |
| in that wall in Washington | |
| A father, he traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path 'til he finds that name | |
| He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
| The tears they fall as his memories gather | |
| for the boy who filled his heart with pride | |
| is now but a name that's been etched | |
| in the side of this wall in Washington | |
| A mother she traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path 'til she finds that name | |
| She reaches her hand up and traces each letter | |
| The tears they fall as her memories gather | |
| She feels the baby at her breast | |
| but her heart it breaks because all that is left | |
| is this wall in Washington | |
| A boy, he traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path 'til he finds that name | |
| He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
| He stares at the name of his unknown father | |
| His heart is young and it's filled with pain | |
| in anger he cries out | |
| "Who is to blame for this wall in Washington | |
| that's made of cold black granite? | |
| Why is my father's name etched here in it | |
| in this wall in Washington?" |
| zuo ci : Dement | |
| There' s a wall in Washington | |
| and it' s made of cold black granite | |
| They say 60, 000 names are etched there in it | |
| in that wall in Washington | |
| A father, he traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path ' til he finds that name | |
| He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
| The tears they fall as his memories gather | |
| for the boy who filled his heart with pride | |
| is now but a name that' s been etched | |
| in the side of this wall in Washington | |
| A mother she traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path ' til she finds that name | |
| She reaches her hand up and traces each letter | |
| The tears they fall as her memories gather | |
| She feels the baby at her breast | |
| but her heart it breaks because all that is left | |
| is this wall in Washington | |
| A boy, he traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path ' til he finds that name | |
| He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
| He stares at the name of his unknown father | |
| His heart is young and it' s filled with pain | |
| in anger he cries out | |
| " Who is to blame for this wall in Washington | |
| that' s made of cold black granite? | |
| Why is my father' s name etched here in it | |
| in this wall in Washington?" |
| zuò cí : Dement | |
| There' s a wall in Washington | |
| and it' s made of cold black granite | |
| They say 60, 000 names are etched there in it | |
| in that wall in Washington | |
| A father, he traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path ' til he finds that name | |
| He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
| The tears they fall as his memories gather | |
| for the boy who filled his heart with pride | |
| is now but a name that' s been etched | |
| in the side of this wall in Washington | |
| A mother she traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path ' til she finds that name | |
| She reaches her hand up and traces each letter | |
| The tears they fall as her memories gather | |
| She feels the baby at her breast | |
| but her heart it breaks because all that is left | |
| is this wall in Washington | |
| A boy, he traveled from far away | |
| to walk the path ' til he finds that name | |
| He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
| He stares at the name of his unknown father | |
| His heart is young and it' s filled with pain | |
| in anger he cries out | |
| " Who is to blame for this wall in Washington | |
| that' s made of cold black granite? | |
| Why is my father' s name etched here in it | |
| in this wall in Washington?" |