Cruel War (Live)

Cruel War (Live) - Harry Belafonte (哈里·貝拉方特)

編曲：Harry Belafonte

Oh the cruel war is raging

Your daddy must fight

And I know I will miss you

From morning till night

You cannot go with me

It grieves my heart so

You cannot go with me

Oh no my son no

For your waist is to slender

Your fingers to small

And your cheeks are to tender

To take the cannon ball

They will give me shiny medals

They'll call the killing brave

But I'd rather hold my darling son

Then fill a thousand graves

I will fight through the winter

Through summer spring and fall

And there's many a man that I will kill

That I never known at all

O listen oh listen to me johnny

And heave my story well

There's no glory in the killing

Just the agony of hell

Oh the cruel war is raging

Your daddy must fight

And I know I will miss you

From morning till night

And I know I will miss you

From morning till night