John Denver - You say that the battle is over

And you ^Csay that the battle is ^Fo- ^Cver, finally the war is all ^Gdone Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the ^Cgun ^F

And ^Cwrite it on the sides of the ^Fgreat whaling ^Cships or on ice floes where conscience is ^Ftossed With the wild in their eyes, it is ^Cthey who must die and ^Gwe who must measure the ^Closs ^F| ^C

And you ^Csay that the battle is ^Fo- ^Cver, finally the world is at ^Gpeace You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep, or it's not in the papers at ^Cleast

There are ^Cthose who would deal in the ^Fdarkness of ^Clife There are those who would tear down the ^Fsun And most men are ruthless but ^Csome will still weep When the ^Ggifts we were given are ^Fgone | ^Dm| |^{Am G Am C}

For the ^Cblame cannot fall on the ^Fheads of a ^Cfew, it's become such a part of the ^Grace It's eternally tragic that which is magic be killed at the end of the glorious ^Cchase ^F

They will fall just like weeds in the ^Fwind With fur coats and perfumes and ^Ctrophies on walls What a ^Ghell of a race to call ^Fmen ^G| ^Am| |^{C F Em Dm}

And you ^Csay that the battle is ^Fover, ^Cfinally the war is all ^Gdone Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the ^Cgun ^F

And ^Cwrite it on the sides of the ^Fgreat whaling ^Cships or on ice floes where conscience is ^Ftossed With the wild in their eyes, it is ^Cthey who must die and ^Gwe who must measure the ^Closs ^F With the wild in their eyes, it is ^Cthey who must die and ^Gwe who must measure the ^Ccost ^{F C}