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Lovers are all alone, what they doin over there now, on the battlefield
Mothers are prayin, send our sons back home
when we need them over here now
tryin to get home
Tryin to get home, facing death in vain, lay your weapons down
bring them back alive
Trying to get home, bring em bring em bring em back back home, can t you see them marchin across the sky
cease all fire
Bring them back alive, bring the boys home
bring them back alive
Send our sons back home, been wounded and killed The, can t you see them marchin across the sky
Ya ha ha ya trying to get home, bring them back alive
All the soldiers that have died, can t you see them trying to get home, turn the ships around
Bring them back alive, lay your weapons down
Been wounded and killed, bring em bring em bring em home Payne, whater they doin over there now
Bring em bring em bring em home, turn the ships around
Bring the boys home, bring em bring em bring em back back home
bring them back alive
Turn the ships around, bring them back alive
Turn the ships around, what they doin over there now
Bring them back alive, bring them back alive, bring the boys home
To a senseless war, bring the boys home
Can t you see them marchin across the sky, bring them back alive
Send our sons back home, bring em bring em bring em home Boys, cease all fire
Turn the ships around, to a senseless war
Tryin to get home, can t you see them marchin across the sky, lay your weapons down
bring em bring em bring em home
Facing death in vain, bring the boys home, bring them back alive
Cease all fire, bring the boys home
bring the boys home
bring them back alive
Lovers are all alone, bring the boys home, bring the boys home
Bring em bring em bring em home, what they doin over there now
lay your weapons down
fathers are pleading
tryin to get home
turn the ships around
Trying to get home, can t you see them marchin across the sky Boys, oh you marched them away
All the soldiers that have died, cease all fire
On the battlefield, bring em bring em bring em home, on the battlefield
mothers are prayin
Send our sons back home, turn the ships around
tryin to get home
Mothers are prayin, turn the ships around
lay your weapons down
Lay your weapons down, send our sons back home Payne, turn the ships around
Lay your weapons down, bring the boys home
bring em bring em bring em home
When we need em over here now, bring them back alive, fathers are pleading
Bring them back alive, tryin to get home Freda, bring the boys home
bring the boys home
Can t you see them trying to get home, been wounded and killed
Can t you see them marchin across the sky, bring em bring em bring em home