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 wild 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 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 wild in their eyes it is they who must die   And we who must measure the loss   With the wild in their eyes it is they who must die   And we who will measure the cost