It's blowing in the wind again, it's drifting in the rain
Before the dead have moldered yet or wounded healed their pain
I am so old, my grandsons, that I remember when
I marched to hail the Armistice - I was barely 10
That was the war to end all wars to save democracy
Praise God, they said, we've won the peace
For all eternity
I marched for Spain when some years passed
And marched & marched & then
Another war to end all wars & So I marched again
I marched in Minneapolis, Chicago & Duluth
In San Francisco & New York, I marched to shout the truth
I marched in Hiroshima & knealt before a stash
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