There won't be many coming home
Listen all you peopleTry and understandYou may be a soldierWoman, child or man
But there won't be many coming homeNo, there won't be many coming homeOh, there won't be manyMaybe ten out of twentyBut there won't be many coming home
Now the old folks will rememberOn that dark and dismal dayHow their hearts were choked with prideAs their children marched awayNow the glory is all goneThey are left alone
And there won't be many coming homeNo, there won't be many coming homeOh, there won't be manyMaybe five out of twentyBut there won't be many coming home
Look real closely at the soldierComing at you through the hazeHe may be the younger brother who ran awayAnd before you kill anotherListen to what I say
Oh, there won't be many coming homeOh, there won't be many coming homeOh, there won't be manyThere may not be anyBut there won't be many coming home
If they all came back but oneHe was still some mother's sonAnd there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming homeOh, there won't be many coming homeOh, there won't be many coming home...