| Listen all you people
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| Try and understand
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| You may be a soldier
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| Woman, child or man
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| But there won’t be many coming home
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| No, there won’t be many coming home
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| Oh, there won’t be many
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| Maybe ten out of twenty
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| But there won’t be many coming home
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| Now the old folks will remember
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| On that dark and dismal day
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| How their hearts were choked with pride
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| As their children marched away
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| Now the glory is all gone
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| They are left alone
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| And there won’t be many coming home
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| No, there won’t be many coming home
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| Oh, there won’t be many
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| Maybe five out of twenty
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| But there won’t be many coming home
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| Look real closely at the soldier
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| Coming at you through the haze
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| He may be the younger brother who ran away
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| And before you kill another
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| Listen to what I say
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| Oh, there won’t be many coming home
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| Oh, there won’t be many coming home
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| Oh, there won’t be many
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| There may not be any
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| But there won’t be many coming home
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| If they all came back but one
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| He was still some mother’s son
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| And there won’t be many coming home
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| Oh, there won’t be many coming home
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| Oh, there won’t be many coming home
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| Oh, there won’t be many coming home… |