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By Michael McGrath

When the boys they came back
Some were damaged and hurt
Most settled down but the nightmares stayed on

Many took to the drink
To forget and survive,
But the horrors of war stayed with them at night

They’d gather and talk about this about that
They would sit and recall at the sound of taps
The boys that they left, that would never come home,

They left in their teens,
And came back grown men,
Their lives torn apart at the call of a whim

And now their very own sons
are lined up again
To head off to fight
Where’s there’s nothing to win

They’d gather and talk about this about that
They would sit and recall at the sound of taps
The boys that they left, that would never come home,

How soon we forget,
When the bell tolls their names
That’s its up to us all to refuse
war again

To stop those in their tracks,
Who would send out boys back,
To kill and be killed in no one’s good name.

They’d gather and talk about this and about that
They would sit and recall at the sound of taps,
The boys that they left, that would never come home, No glory in that, resist my good friend, bring war to an end, Bring War To An End