I heard a newborn baby cry,
I watched an old campaigner die,
I asked myself why, why, why, I can’t get an answer,
When the last man has laid down his gun,
When my last serenade has come,
When the last game has run,
Into His glory day
I want ancient wings,
I want ancient strings, why?
Because nobody wants to die
Leave youth young glory day
Hiroshima’s atom bomb
Child tin soldiers of the Somme
Who knows where they have gone
I can’t get an answer
The chimneys’ heat the cruel master
The burned young feet heart beating faster
No rhyme or reason just complete disaster
In the human circus crimes
Chorus
The sirens of the crooked mile
Wail through my past I see and old friend smile
What were we there on that sundial
I can’t get an answer
What ancient hand controls the night
If there’s a hope beyond my sight
Shine shine, shine, your light
On one who knows the game of sin
Chorus