Текст песни You Say The Battle Is Over - John Denver
                                                This 
                                                song 
                                                appears 
                                                on 
                                                two 
                                                albums, 
                                                and 
                                                was 
                                                first 
                                                released 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                autograph 
                                                album, 
                                                and 
                                                has 
                                                also 
                                                been 
                                                released 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                wildlife 
                                                concert 
                                                album 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                live 
                                                track.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                say 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                battle 
                                                is 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                say 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                tell 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                those
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                nose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                run 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                write 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                sides
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                great 
                                                whaling 
                                                ships
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                on 
                                                ice 
                                                floes 
                                                where 
                                                conscience 
                                                is 
                                                tossed
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                they 
                                                who 
                                                must 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                we 
                                                who 
                                                must 
                                                measure 
                                                the 
                                                loss
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                say 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                battle 
                                                is 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                finally 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                is 
                                                at 
                                                peace
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                mean 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                is 
                                                dying
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                mothers 
                                                don't 
                                                weep
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                it's 
                                                not 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                papers 
                                                at 
                                                least
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                those 
                                                who 
                                                would 
                                                deal
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                darkness 
                                                of 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                those 
                                                who 
                                                would 
                                                tear 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                most 
                                                men 
                                                are 
                                                ruthless
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                some 
                                                will 
                                                still 
                                                weep
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                gifts 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                given 
                                                are 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                the 
                                                blame 
                                                cannot 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                heads 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                few
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                become 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                race
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                eternally 
                                                tragic
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                that 
                                                which 
                                                is 
                                                magic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                killed 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                glorious 
                                                chase
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                young 
                                                seals 
                                                to 
                                                great 
                                                whales
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                waters 
                                                to 
                                                wood
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                will 
                                                fall 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                weeds 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                fur 
                                                coats 
                                                and 
                                                perfumes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                trophies 
                                                on 
                                                walls
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                hell 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                race 
                                                to 
                                                call 
                                                men
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                say 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                battle 
                                                is 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                say 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                tell 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                those
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                nose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                run 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                write 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                sides
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                great 
                                                whaling 
                                                ships
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                on 
                                                ice 
                                                floes 
                                                where 
                                                conscience 
                                                is 
                                                tossed
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                they 
                                                who 
                                                must 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                we 
                                                who 
                                                must 
                                                measure 
                                                the 
                                                loss
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                they 
                                                who 
                                                must 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                we 
                                                who 
                                                must 
                                                measure 
                                                the 
                                                cost
 
                                    
                                
                                                Words 
                                                and 
                                                music 
                                                by 
                                                david 
                                                mallett
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Rocky Mountain High - Live
2 Rhymes & Reasons
3 Country Roads - Live
4 Back Home Again - Live
5 I Guess He'd Rather Be in Colorado - Live
6 Matthew - Live
7 Sunshine on My Shoulders - Live
8 You Say The Battle Is Over
9 Eagles and Horses
10 Darcy Farrow - Live
11 Whispering Jesse
12 Me & My Uncle
13 Wild Montana Skies - Live
14 Leaving on a Jet Plane / Goodbye Again (Live 1995)
15 Bet on the Blues - Live
16 The Harder They Fall
17 Shanghai Breezes
18 Fly Away - Live
19 A Song For All Lovers
20 Dreamland Express
21 For You
22 Is It Love?
23 Falling Out Of Love
24 Annie's Song - Live
25 Poems, Prayers & Promises - Live
26 Calypso - Live
27 Amazon
28 This Old Guitar
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