From the album best of donovan ii

Let me tell you the story of a soldier named Dan.

Went out to fight the good fight in South
Vietnam,

Went out to fight for peace, liberty and all,

Went out to fight for equality, hope, let's go,

And the war drags on.

Found himself involved in a sea of blood and
bones,

Millions without faces, without hope and without
homes.

And the guns they grew louder as they made dust
out of bones

That the flesh had long since left just as the
people left their homes,

And the war drags on.

They're just there to try and make the people
free,

But the way that they're doing it, it don't seem
like that to me.

Just more blood-letting and misery and tears

That this poor country's known for the last
twenty years,

And the war drags on.

Last night poor Dan had a nightmare it seems.

One kept occurring and re-occurring in his dream:

Cities full of people burn and scream and
shoutin' loud

And right over head a great orange mushroom
cloud.

And there's no more war,

for there's no more world,

And the tears come streaming down.

Yes, I lie crying on the ground.