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.......