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…
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…
envoyé par Bartleby - 20/12/2011 - 09:20
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Scritta da Roy Orbison e William "Bill" Dees.
Canzone che chiude la colonna sonora di “The Fastest Guitar Alive” (1967), l’unico – per fortuna! - film interpretato dal grande songwriter americano, una commedia musicale western, ambientata sul finire della Guerra Civile, in cui Orbison è un’improbabile spia confederata che, armata di un fucile inserito all’interno di una chitarra, cerca di mettere le mani sull’oro degli Unionisti per provare a cambiare le sorti del conflitto.
“E’ una riflessione su tutte le guerre, anche se la gente l’ha riferita alla guerra in Vietnam. Ma in realtà io scrissi questa canzone per il mio primo film e in effetti si riferisce alla Guerra Civile, anche se è vero che potrebbe riguardare pure la Terza Guerra Mondiale”. Roy Orbison