Silently to silence fall   In the fields of futile war   Toys of death are spitting lead   Where boys that were our soldiers bled   War horse and war machine   Curse the name of liberty   Marching on as if they should   Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood      In the mud and rain   What are we fighting for?   Is it worth the pain?   Is it worth dying for?   Who will take the blame?   Why did they make a war?   Questions that come again   Should we be fighting at all?      Once a ploughman hitched his team   Here he sowed his little dream   Bodies, arms and legs are strewn   Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom   Each moment's like a year   I've nothing left inside for tears   Comrades dead or dying lie   I'm left alone asking, why?      In the mud and rain   What are we fighting for?   Is it worth the pain?   Is it worth dying for?   Who will take the blame?   Why did they make a war?   Questions that come again   Should we be fighting at all?      After the war   Left feeling no one has won   After the war   What does a soldier become?      After the war   Left feeling no one has won   After the war   What does a soldier become?      What is it all when the battles are done?   After the war   I mean no one has won   I'm just a soldier      After the war   Left feeling no one has won   After the war   What does a soldier become?      After the war   Left feeling no one has won   After the war   What does a soldier become?      Ohh, ohh   Ohh, ohh   Ohh, ohh