Misc Your Songs - Even - the times to come

When I ^Emthink back to long ago To those ^Emmen who have gone before Not on ^Ctheir terms but the terms of men Whose sole ^Dinterest is personal gain

I grow ^Emwary of the men today Whose sole ^Eminterest is personal gain c I grow wary of the times to come When my ^Dlife’s laid out before my eyes And I ^Emwake up to men all around

Here on ^Emthose terms not of their own But the ^Cterms of those men above Whose sole ^Dinterest is personal gain

I grow ^Emwary of the times to come When we’re ^Emcalled out, away from family and friend To fight ^Dbattles not of our own

Like those ^Emmen who have gone before Not on ^Ctheir terms but on the terms of men whose sole ^Dinterest is personal gain

I grow ^Emwary of the times to come When us ^Emmen who suffer from our shock Are now ^Cfaced with the likeness of death In a ^Dwar we never for I grow ^Emwary of the times When we ^Emsee ourselves and our brothers die To men ^Clike us who share in our shock In a ^Dwar they know they have to fight

Like those ^Emmen who have gone before Not on ^Ctheir terms but the terms of men Whose sole ^Dinterest is personal gain

I grow ^Emwary of when it’s said and done What will ^Emhappen when we come back home Will we ^Cbe praised like heroes of war Will we ^Dbe scorned for the lives we’ve torn I grow ^Emwary of the damage done Of those ^Emscars that show on flesh and bone And those ^Cmemories that will haunt us so When we ^Dget home till the day we die

Like those ^Emmen who have gone before Not on ^Ctheir terms but the terms of men Whose sole ^Dinterest is personal gain

I grow ^Emweary of fearing so For those ^Emmen who are forced to go Not on their ^Cterms but the terms of men Whose sole ^Dinterest is personal gain