Harry Belafonte - "CRUEL WAR" lyrics
Oh the cruel war is raging
Your daddy must fight
And I know I will miss you
You cannot go with me
It grieves my heart so
You cannot go with me
From morning till night
Oh no my son no
Your fingers to small
For your waist is to slender
And your cheeks are to tender
To take the cannon-ball
They will give me shiny medals
Your daddy must fight
And I know I will miss you
You cannot go with me
It grieves my heart so
You cannot go with me
From morning till night
Oh no my son no
Your fingers to small
For your waist is to slender
And your cheeks are to tender
To take the cannon-ball
They will give me shiny medals
They'll call "the killing brave"
But I'd rather hold my darling son
Then fill a thousand graves
I will fight through the winter
Through Summer, Spring and Fall
And there's many a man that I will kill
That I never known at all
There's no glory in the killing
O listen, oh listen to me Johnny
Just the agony of hell
And heave my story well
Your daddy must fight
Oh the cruel war is raging
From morning till night And I know I will miss you
But I'd rather hold my darling son
Then fill a thousand graves
I will fight through the winter
Through Summer, Spring and Fall
And there's many a man that I will kill
That I never known at all
There's no glory in the killing
O listen, oh listen to me Johnny
Just the agony of hell
And heave my story well
Your daddy must fight
Oh the cruel war is raging
From morning till night And I know I will miss you
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