La Colombe (The Dove) – Joan Baez (originally by Jacques Brel)By Why all these bugles cryThese squads of young men drillTo kill and to be killedStood waiting by the trainWhy the orders loud and hoarseWhy the engine’s groaning coughAs it strains to drag us allInto the holocaustWhy crowds who sing and cryAnd shout and fling us flowersAnd trade their rights for oursTo murder and to die[Chorus:]The dove has torn her wingSo no more songs of loveWe are not here to singWe’re here to kill the doveWhy must this moment comeWhen childhood has to dieWhen hope shrinks to a sighAnd speech into a drumWhy are they pale and stillYoung boys trained over nightConcripts payed to killAnd dressed in gray to fightThese rainclouds massing tightThis train load battle boundThis moving burial groundGoes thundering to the night[Chorus]Why statues towering graveAbove the last defeatOld words and lies repeatAcross a new made graveAnd why the same still birdsThat victory always broughtThese hours of glory boughtBy men with mounds of earthDead ash without a sparkWhere cities used to beWhere guns probe every sparkAnd crush it into dust[Chorus]And while your face undoneWith jagged lines of tearsThat gave in those first yearsAll the peace I’d ever wantYour body in the gloomThe platform fading backYour shadow on the trackA flower upon a tombAnd why these days aheadWhen I must let you cryAnd live prepared to dieAnd to….[Chorus] www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20