Listen all you people Try and understand You may be a soldier Woman, child or man
But there won't be many coming home No, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many Maybe ten out of twenty But there won't be many coming home
Now the old folks will remember On that dark and dismal day How their hearts were choked with pride As their children marched away Now the glory is all gone They are left alone
And there won't be many coming home No, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many Maybe five out of twenty But there won't be many coming home
Look real closely at the soldier Coming at you through the haze He may be the younger brother who ran away And before you kill another Listen to what I say
Oh, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many There may not be any But there won't be many coming home
If they all came back but one He was still some mother's son And there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many coming home...