| The dogs of war are loose again
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| Cold blows the wind to me
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| And widows weep for fallen men
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| For fallen men they weep again
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| Cold blows the wind to me
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| Again the ravens rule the skies
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| Cold blows the wind to me
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| With hacking beaks and hungry cries
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| With hungry cries they wheel the skies
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| Cold blows the wind to me
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| We heard the march of army boots
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| Cold blows the wind to me
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| Until they stopped outside Beirut
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| Outside Beirut we heard them shoot
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| Cold blows the wind to me
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| But then up spoke a colonel bold
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| The finest in the land
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| Said: «If orders come to take the town
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| I cannot obey their command
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| I cannot follow them»
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| So when at last the order came
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| Cold blows the wind to me
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| The world knew Eli Geva’s name
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| The world knew Eli Geva’s name
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| Stood up against that cold, cold wind
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| Come blow his name to me |