And you say that the battle is over
Finally 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 wild in their eyes, it is they who must die
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
Or the blame cannot rest on the heads of a few
It's become such a part of the race
It's eternally tragic 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 perfume and fur coats and trophies on walls
What a hell of a race to call men
And you say that the battle is over
Finally 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 wild in their eyes, it is they who must die
And we who must measure the loss
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die
And we who will measure the cost