Lyrics Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For) - John Denver
                                                This 
                                                song 
                                                was 
                                                first 
                                                released 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                One 
                                                World 
                                                Album. 
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                album 
                                                it 
                                                appears 
                                                on.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                the 
                                                son 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                grassland 
                                                farmer
 
                                    
                                
                                                Western 
                                                Oklahoma 
                                                nineteen 
                                                forty 
                                                three
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                always 
                                                felt 
                                                grateful 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                land 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                free
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                gave 
                                                up 
                                                my 
                                                father 
                                                to 
                                                South 
                                                Korea
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mind 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                brother 
                                                to 
                                                Vietnam
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                there's 
                                                    a 
                                                banker 
                                                who 
                                                says 
                                                    I 
                                                must 
                                                give 
                                                up 
                                                my 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                four 
                                                generations 
                                                of 
                                                blood 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                topsoil
 
                                    
                                
                                                Four 
                                                generations 
                                                of 
                                                love 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                farm
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                    I 
                                                give 
                                                up 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                gladly 
                                                give 
                                                up 
                                                my 
                                                right 
                                                arm
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                are 
                                                we 
                                                making 
                                                weapons 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                feeding 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                machine
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                take 
                                                it 
                                                right 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                mouths 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                babies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                it 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                hands 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                poor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                me, 
                                                what 
                                                are 
                                                we 
                                                making 
                                                weapons 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                son 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                son 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                soldier
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                was 
                                                so 
                                                like 
                                                my 
                                                father, 
                                                he 
                                                was 
                                                so 
                                                much 
                                                like 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                good 
                                                comrade 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                best 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                dreamed 
                                                he 
                                                could 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                gave 
                                                up 
                                                his 
                                                future 
                                                to 
                                                revolution
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                life 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                battle 
                                                that 
                                                just 
                                                can't 
                                                be 
                                                won
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                living, 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                point 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                the 
                                                nine 
                                                hundred 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                Leningrad
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                dying, 
                                                the 
                                                cut 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                the 
                                                moments 
                                                    I 
                                                prayed 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                never 
                                                grow 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                are 
                                                we 
                                                making 
                                                weapons 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                feeding 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                machine
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                take 
                                                it 
                                                right 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                mouths 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                babies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                it 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                hands 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                poor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                me, 
                                                what 
                                                are 
                                                we 
                                                making 
                                                weapons 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                time 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                life 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                prisoner
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                slave 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                ways 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                powers 
                                                that 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                fear 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                children, 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                fear 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                future 
                                                    I 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                me 
                                                how 
                                                can 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                we're 
                                                still 
                                                fighting 
                                                each 
                                                other
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                does 
                                                it 
                                                take 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                people 
                                                to 
                                                learn
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                our 
                                                song 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                sung 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                chorus, 
                                                we 
                                                surely 
                                                will 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                are 
                                                we 
                                                making 
                                                weapons 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                feeding 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                machine
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                take 
                                                it 
                                                right 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                mouths 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                babies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                it 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                hands 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                poor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                me, 
                                                what 
                                                are 
                                                we 
                                                making 
                                                weapons 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                we 
                                                forgotten
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                lives 
                                                that 
                                                were 
                                                given
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                vows 
                                                that 
                                                were 
                                                taken
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saying 
                                                never 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                peace 
                                                is 
                                                our 
                                                vision
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                us 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                we 
                                                forgotten
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                lives 
                                                that 
                                                were 
                                                given
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                vows 
                                                that 
                                                were 
                                                taken
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saying 
                                                never 
                                                again, 
                                                never 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                peace 
                                                is 
                                                our 
                                                vision
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                us 
                                                begin, 
                                                let 
                                                us 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Words 
                                                and 
                                                music 
                                                by 
                                                John 
                                                Denver
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 To the Wild Country
2 Druthers - Live
3 It Amazes Me - Live
4 Falling Out Of Love
5 What One Man Can Do
6 Relatively Speaking
7 World Game
8 Love Is the Master
9 On The Wings Of A Dream
10 African Sunrise
11 It's About Time
12 Don't Be Kind
13 Looking For Space - Live
14 The Wings That Fly Us Home
15 It's a Possibility
16 Season Suite: Fall
17 Season Suite: Winter
18 Season Suite: Spring
19 In My Heart
20 All of My Memories
21 You're So Beautiful
22 Spirit
23 Wrangle Mountain Song
24 Heart to Heart
25 Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights in Canada)
26 A Wild Heart Looking For A Home
27 Season Suite: Summer
28 Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For)
29 Season Suite: Late Winter, Early Spring (When Everybody Goes To Mexico)
30 Back Home Again
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