When This War Is Over

When this war is over,
There will be no winners,
Just the people left behind,
Tha same old saints
and sinnerss,
They'll know
all the words to "Tipperary,"
And "The White Cliffs
of Dover,"
But they won't fell like singing,
When this war is over...

When this war is over,
The wheels of change will
still grind slowly,
Time won't close the rift
between the godless
and the holy,
Between the ones who hate
without a reason,
Between those who
hate another colour,
And those who have to
live with hate,
When this war is over...

It's a cruel world where the
strong survive,
By refusing to call for
a cease-fire,
So we count the cost
in wasted lives,
And each day the price
climbs up higher...

When this war is over,
There will soon be others,
Making soldiers out of boys,
And widows out of mothers,
Though we tell ourselves
right is on our side,
And with victory we will
be in clover,
We will still be on our knees,
When this war is over,
When this war is over...