You Say that the Battle Is Over

And you say that the battle is o- ver 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      And you say that the battle is o- ver 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                       For the blame cannot fall 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  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 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 must measure the cost