I’ll see you on Sunday just after the war we’ll hang up our bruised old arms on the wall so check all your armor & guns at the door we’ll drink to the end of it all we’ll check all our armor & guns at the door on Sunday after the war we’ll drown it in brandy, we’ll drown it in wine when all of the ships have laid anchor ashore I’ll pay for your sorrow if you’ll pay for mine when the ships have laid anchor ashore I’ll pay for your sorrow if you’ll pay for mine on Sunday after the war after the war, after the war, all the bells will be ringing after the war after the war, after the war, oh nothing will be as before on Sunday just after the war I’ll see you on Sunday just after the war we’ll wipe all the mud & the blood from our boots the grunts & the brass, volunteers & recruits will carry their burdens no more they’ll sell off their burdens at the old surplus store on Sunday after the war I’ll try to get used to my house & my bed when the flags have been folded & put in the drawer i’ll try to forget what I got in my head on Sunday just after the war when the flags have been folded & put in the drawer on Sunday after the war after the war, after the war, all the birds will be singing after the war after the war, after the war, oh nothing will be as before on Sunday just after the war the meadow is heavy with drink from our veins & some mother’s son ain’t no boy anymore I swear I won’t even try to explain how meadows & fingers are stained if you ask me I swear I won’t try to explain on Sunday after the war so i’ll see you on Sunday just after the war we’ll cast our remembrance down in the grave where so many others who no one could save are smothered in brothers as brave we’ll cast our remembrance down in the grave on Sunday after the war after the war, after the war, they’re always recruiting after the war after the war, will everything be as before on Sunday just after the war