Bring the boys home de Freda Payne

Fathers are pleading, lovers are all alone
mothers are praying--send our sons back home
you marched them away--yes, you did--on ships and planes
to the senseless war, facing death in vain
Bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
turn the ships around, lay your weapons down
Can't you see 'em march across the sky, all the soldiers that have died
tryin' to get home--can't you see them tryin' to get home?
tryin' to get home--they're tryin' to get home
seesaw fire on the battlefield
enough men have already been wounded or killed
Bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
turn the ships around, lay your weapons down
(mothers, fathers and lovers, can't you see them)
Oooh,
tryin' to get home--can't you see them tryin' to get home?
oooh,
tryin' to get home--they're tryin' to get home
Bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
bring the boys home (bring 'em back alive)
what they doing over there, now (bring 'em back alive)
when we need them over here, now (bring 'em back alive)
what they doing over there, now (bring 'em back alive)
when we need them over here, now (bring 'em back alive)