La Colombe Lyrics - In My Life - Judy Collins

Why all these bugles crying for squads of young men drilled 

To kill and to be killed and waiting by this train? 

Why the orders loud and hoarse, why the engine's groaning cough 

As it strains to drag us off into the holocaust? 

Why crowds who sing and cry, and shout and fling us flowers 

And trade their right for ours to murder and to die? 

The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of love 

We are not here to sing, we're here to kill the dove 

Why has this moment come when childhood has to die 

When hope shrinks to a sigh and speech into a drum? 

Why are they pale and still, young boys trained overnight 

Conscripts forced to fight and dressed in gray to kill? 

These rain clouds massing tight, this train load battle bound 

This moving burial ground sent thundering toward the night 

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Why statues towering brave above the last defeat 

Old word and lies repeat across the new made grave? 

Why the same still birth that victory always brought 

These hoards of glory bought by men with mouths of earth? 

Dead ash without a spark where cities glittered bright 

For guns probe every light and crush it in the dark 

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And why your face undone with jagged lines of tears 

That gave in those first years all peace I ever won? 

Your body in the gloom, the platform fading back 

Your shadow on the track, a flower on a tomb 

And why these days ahead when I must let you cry 

And live prepared to die as if our love were dead?