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Summer
And there's a shadow on the faces of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places where their business interest runs
[Jackson Brown]
They say you can still hear the village hall band
Grey ghostly couples still glide round the floor
But Normandy orchards are waiting to welcome
New partners for death in the mad dance of war
[Keith Marsden]
When the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land
The foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned
General when you come for the review
The troops will have forgotten you
[Joan Baez]
Last night I had the strangest dream
I've never had before
I dreamt that all the world agreed
To put an end to war
[Ed McCurdy]
Autumn
“They taunted you in Belfast and they tortured you in Spain,
and in that Warsaw ghetto where they tied you up in chains,
in Vietnam and Chile when they came with tanks and guns,
it's there you sowed the seeds of peace in your daughters and your sons....”
[Tommy Sands]
“Those who seem clever but are really just like one of us
though famous they may be, though you see them on TV
Their integrity to you remains anonymous ...”
[Vin Garbutt]
“It's always the old that lead us to the war
always the young that fall
look at what we done with a sabre and a gun
tell was it worth it all ...”
[Phil Ochs]
“Peace , peace will come
let it begin with me ...”
[Tom Paxton]
“The pounding of the drums the frightened disgrace
you can carry your dead but don't leave a trace
hate your next door neighbour but don't forget to say grace ...”
[Barry Mcguire]
“Here in this graveyard it's still no man’s land
the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
to mans blind indifference to his fellow man
to a whole generation that were butchered and damned ...”
[Eric Bogle]
Winter
When you think of the money that’s spent
On defence by the government
The weapons of destruction we build
We’re so sure we need
And you think of the millions and millions
That money could feed
How long can you hear someone crying
How long can you hear someone dying
Before you ask yourself why?
[JACKSON BROWN]
Old men sending young men out to die
Young men dying for a politicians lie
Old men sending young men out to kill
If we don’t stop them then they never will
[MIKE HARDING]
Sing a love song for the first to fall
Keep singing till they fight no more
[JEZ LOWE]
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipes and drums beat out the time
As in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butchers tray
My youngest son came home today
[ERIC BOGLE]
Oh sacred world now wounded
We pledge to make you free
Of hate and war and hunger
and selfish cruelty
And here in our small corner
we plant a tiny seed
and it will grow to beauty
To shame the face of greed
[PETE SEEGER]
Spring
The hounds of war we hear them still
Their fangs bared for the killing
The orphan grew, he was a man
For ways of war not willing
Warmongers hawking still their wares
They shot him as a rebel
For saying ‘no one wins the war’
‘Go stuff your bloody medal’
[Jock Purdon]
Our fight has run it’s course
And now is the time for healing
So let us now both embrace
Sweet reconciliation
[Ron Kavana]
Superpowers play God, drive crisis to the brink
Sell weapons to both sides, then stand back to condem the stink
But ask them to condem the greed that drives them one and all
You might as well be talking to the wall
[Colum Sands]
Only the truth can bring us peace and truth in time will free these souls,
And those who manufacture war will crawl dejected to their holes,
And for us it seems like a far off dream but here the seeds of peace are sown,
And like a gardener we must stand by to nurture them until they’re grown ...
[Jim Boyes]
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Page Compiled by Alan Trotter, 2003/4
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