Be very careful of these rumors that prevail
Be very careful what you say
I was a boy who lived the truth behind the tale and no one got away
I saw the children as the soldiers closed the gate
The youngest daughter and her pride
My father leaving on the night they met there fate
His pistol by his side
The Neva flows
A new wind blows
And soon it will be spring
The leaves unfold
The tsar lies cold
A revolution is a simple thing
I heard the shots
I heard the screams
But its the silence after I remember most
The world stopped breathing
And I was no longer a boy
My father shook his head and told me not to ask
My mother said he died of shame
But I believe he did a proud and vital task
And in my fathers name
The Neva flows
A new wind blows
And soon it will be spring
The leaves unfold
The tsar lies cold
Could I have pulled the trigger if I had been told?
Be careful what a dream may bring
Revolution is a simple thing