THERE WON'T BE MANY COMING HOME
Listen all you people,
try and understand
You may be a soldier,
woman, child or man
But there won't be many coming home
No, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many,
maybe ten out of twenty,
but there won't be many coming home.
Now the old folks will remember
on that dark and dismal day,
how their hearts were choked with pride
as their children marched away
Now the glory is all gone,
they are left alone
And there won't be many coming home
No, there won't be many coming home.
Oh, there won't be many,
maybe five out of twenty
But there won't be many coming home
Look real closely at the soldier
coming at you through the haze
He may be the younger brother
who ran away
And before you kill another,
listen to what I say
Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many,
there may not be any,
but there won't be many coming home
If they all came back but one,
he was still some mother's son,
and there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home

