This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the autograph album, and has also been released on the wildlife concert album as a live track.
And you say that the battle is over And you say that the war is all done Go tell it to those With the wind in their nose Who run from the sound of the gun
And write it on the sides Of the great whaling ships Or on ice floes where conscience is tossed With the wind in their eyes It is they who must die And it's we who must measure the loss
And you say that the battle is over And finally the world is at peace You mean no one is dying And mothers don't weep Or it's not in the papers at least
There are those who would deal In the darkness of life There are those who would tear down the sun And most men are ruthless But some will still weep When the gifts we were given are gone
Now the blame cannot fall On the heads of a few It's become such a part of the race It's eternally tragic That that which is magic Be killed at the end of the glorious chase
From young seals to great whales From waters to wood They will fall just like weeds in the wind With fur coats and perfumes And trophies on walls What a hell of a race to call men
And you say that the battle is over And you say that the war is all done Go tell it to those With the wind in their nose Who run from the sound of the gun
And write it on the sides Of the great whaling ships Or on ice floes where conscience is tossed With the wind in their eyes It is they who must die And it's we who must measure the loss With the wind in their eyes It is they who must die And it's we who must measure the cost
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