Lyrics La Colombe - Judy Collins
Why
all
these
bugles
crying
For
squads
of
young
men
drilled
To
kill
and
to
be
killed
Stood
waiting
by
this
train?
Why
the
orders
loud
and
hoarse?
Why
the
engine's
groaning
cough
As
it
strains
to
drag
us
off
Into
the
holocaust?
Why
crowds
who
sing
and
cry
And
shout
and
fling
us
flowers
And
trade
their
right
for
ours
To
murder
and
to
die?
The
dove
has
torn
her
wings
so
no
more
songs
of
love
We
are
not
here
to
sing
We're
here
to
kill
the
dove
Why
has
this
moment
come
When
childhood
has
to
die
When
hope
shrinks
to
a
sigh
And
speech
into
a
drum?
Why
are
they
pale
and
still
Young
boys
trained
overnight
Conscripts
forced
to
fight
And
dressed
in
gray
to
kill?
These
rain
clouds
massing
tight
This
train
load
battle
bound
This
moving
burial
ground
Sent
thundering
toward
the
night
The
dove
has
torn
her
wings
so
no
more
songs
of
love
We
are
not
here
to
sing
We're
here
to
kill
the
dove
Why
statues
towering
brave
Above
the
last
defeat
Old
words
and
lies
repeat
Across
the
new
made
grave?
Why
the
same
still
birth
That
victory
always
brought
These
hours
of
glory
bought
By
men
with
mouths
of
earth?
Dead
ash
without
a
spark
Where
cities
used
to
be
For
guns
probe
every
light
And
crush
it
in
the
dark
The
dove
has
torn
her
wings
so
no
more
songs
of
love
We
are
not
here
to
sing
We're
here
to
kill
the
dove
And
why
your
face
undone
With
jagged
lines
of
tears
That
gave
in
those
first
years
All
peace
I
ever
won?
Your
body
in
the
gloom
The
platform
fading
back
Your
shadow
on
the
track
A
flower
on
a
tomb
And
why
these
days
ahead
When
I
must
let
you
cry
And
live
prepared
to
die
As
if
our
love
were
dead?
The
dove
has
torn
her
wings
so
no
more
songs
of
love
We
are
not
here
to
sing
We're
here
to
kill
the
dove
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