Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

And you say that the battle is over

And finally the war is all done

Go tell it to those With the wind in their nose

Who run from the sound of the gun

And write it on the sides Of the great whaling ships

Or on ice floes where conscience is tossed with the wild in their eyes

It is they who must die and it's we who must measure the loss

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