Golden Ribbons

Listen to the people crying

Hoping for the day they'll be free

I don't have to tell you we're (they're) dieing

Just wake up, take a look, what do You see?

I see young men my own age in coffins

And mothers in tears for their sons*

And sweethearts and wives

Alone with their memories

And golden ribbon's those fortunes of war

Thousands and thousands

Shall gather together

To seek and find the Way we all need

And the son will bring (backhanded glory) us together

Hallelujah

and rid ourselves of the pain we all see

We see young men our own age in coffins

And Mothers in tears for their sons

And Sweetheart's and wives

Alone with their memories

And golden ribbon's those fortunes of war

What does it to avail a man

To gain fortune

And lose his soul?