I saw a grey-haired mother crying softly in her door
As she gazed upon the pathway where he'd return no more
Oh Lord, I'd love to hold my baby just once more
And, Lord, I hope I never live to see another war
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Will he welcome you in to that peaceful land?
Will he forgive the killings, the wars you have planned?
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Well the bombs you've dropped, the guns you've shot all in the name of peace
While the people beg for mercy, you gave them no relief
There's blood on your hands, mister, you'll answer for one day
And the tears you shed on that day won't wash your sins away
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Will he welcome you in to that peaceful land?
Will he forgive the killings, the wars you have planned?
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Now you say we could survive a nuclear war
And that you would use limits, you'd only go so far
Well Hiroshima's horrors we'll never forget
For bloodthirsty warriors never know when to quit.
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Will he welcome you in to that peaceful land?
Will he forgive the killings, the wars you have planned?
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
As she gazed upon the pathway where he'd return no more
Oh Lord, I'd love to hold my baby just once more
And, Lord, I hope I never live to see another war
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Will he welcome you in to that peaceful land?
Will he forgive the killings, the wars you have planned?
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Well the bombs you've dropped, the guns you've shot all in the name of peace
While the people beg for mercy, you gave them no relief
There's blood on your hands, mister, you'll answer for one day
And the tears you shed on that day won't wash your sins away
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Will he welcome you in to that peaceful land?
Will he forgive the killings, the wars you have planned?
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Now you say we could survive a nuclear war
And that you would use limits, you'd only go so far
Well Hiroshima's horrors we'll never forget
For bloodthirsty warriors never know when to quit.
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
Will he welcome you in to that peaceful land?
Will he forgive the killings, the wars you have planned?
Will Jesus wash the bloodstains from your hands?
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