โหลดเพลง mp3 La Colombe - Judy Collins

La Colombe (LP Version) - 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