And you s ay that the battle is o - ve r finally the war is all do ne
Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the g un
And w rite it on the sides of the g reat whaling s hips
or on ice floes where conscience is t ossed
With the wild in their eyes it is t hey who must die
and w e who must measure the l oss
And you s ay that the battle is o - ve r finally the world is at pe ace
You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep or it's not in the papers at l east
There are t hose who would deal in the d arkness of l ife
There are those who would tear down the s un
And most men are ruthless but s ome will still weep
When the g ifts we were given are g one
For the b lame cannot fall on the h eads of a f ew
it's become such a part of the r ace
It's eternally tragic that which is magic
be killed at the end of the glorious c hase
They will fall just like weeds in the w ind
With fur coats and perfumes and t rophies on walls
What a h ell of a race to call m en
And you s ay that the battle is o ver f inally the war is all d one
Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the g un
And w rite it on the sides of the g reat whaling s hips
or on ice floes where conscience is t ossed
With the wild in their eyes it is t hey who must die
and w e who must measure the l oss
With the wild in their eyes it is t hey who must die
and w e who must measure the c ost