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La Colombe - Judy Collins
Why all these bugles crying
For squads of young men drilled
To kill and to be killed and 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 word and lies repeat
Across the new made grave
Why the same still birth
That victory always brought
These hoards of glory bought
By men with mouths of earth
Dead ash without a spark
Where cities glittered bright
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
