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Capo: 5
capo 5
And you sGay that the battle is CovGer And finally the war is all doDne
Go tell it to those With the wind in their nose
Who run from the sound of the gGun C And wrGite it on the sides Of the grCeat whaling shGips Or on ice floes where conscience is toCssed with the wild in their eyes It is tGhey who must die and it's wDe who must measure the loGss C Em D
And you say that the battle is over And finally the world is at peace You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep or it's not in the papers at least. There are those who would deal in the darkness of life There are those who would tear down the sun. And most men are ruthless but some will still weep, When the gifts we were given are gone. Now the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few. It's become such a part of the race It's eternally tragic, that which is magic, be killed at the end of the glorious chase. From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood They will fall just like weeds in the wind. With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls, what a hell of a race to call men. repeat verse 1 With the wild in their eyes It is they who must die And it's we who must measure the loss C G