She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine   Before the soldiers came   The life was cheap on bread and wine   And sharing meant no shame      She is awakened by the screams   Of rockets flying from nearby   And scared she clings onto her dreams   To beat the fear that she might die      And who will have won   When the soldiers have gone?   From the Lebanon, the Lebanon      Before he leaves the camp he stops   He scans the world outside   And where there used to be some shops   Is where the snipers sometimes hide      He left his home the week before   He thought he'd be like the police   But now he finds he is at war   Weren't we supposed to keep the peace      And who will have won   When the soldiers have gone?   From the Lebanon, the Lebanon   The Lebanon, from the Lebanon      I must be dreaming   It can't be true   I must be dreaming   It can't be true      And who will have won   When the soldiers have gone?   From the Lebanon, the Lebanon   The Lebanon, from the Lebanon