I hear a thunder rolling across the land
I hear the trampings of a hundred thousand feet
I hear the voices breaking the command
And just one question calling in the street
Just one question calling in the street
What will you do when the fighting is done
What will you do, you can't put down your guns
There's nothing you can do for the men that don't come home
And nothing is left of your freedom
I see a young man walking slowly from the hill
I see a springtime morning slip towards a winter's night
I see too many marchers that the war is going to kill
And just one question is written on the night
Just one question is written lightly on the night.
What will you do when the fighting is done
What will you do, you can't put down your guns
There's nothing you can do for the men that don't come home
And nothing is left of your freedom
I feel the shaking of the time inside my brain
I feel the fear of brave men who can't be wrong or right
I feel the touch of lovers who may never meet again
And just one question as a nation goes to fight
There's just one question as a nation goes to fight
What will you do when the fighting is done
What will you do, you can't put down your guns
There's nothing you can do for the men that don't come home
And nothing is left of your freedom
I can smell the bodies already rotting in the ground
I can taste confusion blowing in the warlord's mind
But I can't smell the springtime or hear the summer sound
And the voice that whispered warning is shouting out this time
The voice that whispered warning is shouting for one last time
What will you do when the fighting is done
What will you do, you can't put down your guns
There's nothing you can do for the men that don't come home
And nothing is left of your freedom
I hear the trampings of a hundred thousand feet
I hear the voices breaking the command
And just one question calling in the street
Just one question calling in the street
What will you do when the fighting is done
What will you do, you can't put down your guns
There's nothing you can do for the men that don't come home
And nothing is left of your freedom
I see a young man walking slowly from the hill
I see a springtime morning slip towards a winter's night
I see too many marchers that the war is going to kill
And just one question is written on the night
Just one question is written lightly on the night.
What will you do when the fighting is done
What will you do, you can't put down your guns
There's nothing you can do for the men that don't come home
And nothing is left of your freedom
I feel the shaking of the time inside my brain
I feel the fear of brave men who can't be wrong or right
I feel the touch of lovers who may never meet again
And just one question as a nation goes to fight
There's just one question as a nation goes to fight
What will you do when the fighting is done
What will you do, you can't put down your guns
There's nothing you can do for the men that don't come home
And nothing is left of your freedom
I can smell the bodies already rotting in the ground
I can taste confusion blowing in the warlord's mind
But I can't smell the springtime or hear the summer sound
And the voice that whispered warning is shouting out this time
The voice that whispered warning is shouting for one last time
What will you do when the fighting is done
What will you do, you can't put down your guns
There's nothing you can do for the men that don't come home
And nothing is left of your freedom
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