Protocol Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Who are these ones who would lead us now 

To the sound of a thousand guns 

Storm the gates of hell itself 

To the tune of a single drum 

Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars 

Whose love's were lost at sea 

In the hills of France and on German soil 

From Saigon to wounded knee 

Who come from long lines of soldiers 

Whose duty was fulfilled 

In the words of a warriors will 

And protocol 

Where are the boys in their coats of blue 

Who flew when their eyes were blind 

Was God in town for the Roman games 

Was He there when the deals were signed 

Who are the kings in their coats of mail 

Who rode by the cross to die 

Did they all go down into worthiness 

Is it wrong for a king to cry 

And who are these ones who would have us now 

Whose presence in concealed 

Whose nature is revealed 

In a time bomb 

And last of all you old sea dogs 

Who travel after whale 

You'd storm the gates of hell itself 

For the taste of a mermaids tail 

Who come from long lines of skippers 

Whose duty was fulfilled 

In the words of a warriors will 

And protocol