Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run   Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come   Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind   Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again      All the games are ended now, their voices have been stilled   Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed   Their mothers made the uniforms, showing which side they were on   And the young boys were the middle men for the guns to prey upon      You've seen the fires in the night, watched the Devil as he smiles   You've heard a mother's mournful cry as she searches for her child   You've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair   And wondered at the wise men who never seem to care      Goodbye, you lost children, God speed you on your way   Your little beds are empty now, your toys are put away   Your mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor   Your father builds more weapons and marches out once more      Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run   Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come   Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind   Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again