Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For) Lyrics
| Song | Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For) |
| Artist | John Denver |
| Album | One World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：John Denver Music：John Denver | |
| I am the son of a grassland farmer | |
| Western Oklahoma nineteen forty-three | |
| I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free | |
| I gave up my father to South Korea | |
| The mind of my brother to Vietnam | |
| Now there's a banker who says I must give up my land | |
| There are four generations of blood in this topsoil | |
| Four generations of love on this farm | |
| Before I give up I would gladly give up my right arm | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| I had a son and my son was a soldier | |
| He was so like my father, he was so much like me | |
| To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be | |
| He gave up his future to revolution | |
| His life to a battle that just can't be won | |
| For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun | |
| I remember the nine hundred days of Leningrad | |
| The sound of the dyin, the cut of the cold | |
| I remember the moments I prayed I would never grow old | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| For the first time in my life I feel like a prisoner | |
| A slave to the ways of the powers that be | |
| And I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I see | |
| Tell me how can it be we're still fighting each other | |
| What does it take for a people to learn | |
| If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| Have we all forgotten | |
| All the lives that we are given | |
| All the vows that were taken | |
| Saying never again | |
| Now for the first time | |
| This could be the last time | |
| If peace is our vision | |
| Let us begin | |
| Have we forgotten | |
| All the lives that were given | |
| All the vows that were taken | |
| Saying never again, never again | |
| Now for the first time | |
| If peace is our vision | |
| Let us begin, let us begin |
| Lyrics: John Denver Music: John Denver | |
| I am the son of a grassland farmer | |
| Western Oklahoma nineteen fortythree | |
| I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free | |
| I gave up my father to South Korea | |
| The mind of my brother to Vietnam | |
| Now there' s a banker who says I must give up my land | |
| There are four generations of blood in this topsoil | |
| Four generations of love on this farm | |
| Before I give up I would gladly give up my right arm | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| I had a son and my son was a soldier | |
| He was so like my father, he was so much like me | |
| To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be | |
| He gave up his future to revolution | |
| His life to a battle that just can' t be won | |
| For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun | |
| I remember the nine hundred days of Leningrad | |
| The sound of the dyin, the cut of the cold | |
| I remember the moments I prayed I would never grow old | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| For the first time in my life I feel like a prisoner | |
| A slave to the ways of the powers that be | |
| And I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I see | |
| Tell me how can it be we' re still fighting each other | |
| What does it take for a people to learn | |
| If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| Have we all forgotten | |
| All the lives that we are given | |
| All the vows that were taken | |
| Saying never again | |
| Now for the first time | |
| This could be the last time | |
| If peace is our vision | |
| Let us begin | |
| Have we forgotten | |
| All the lives that were given | |
| All the vows that were taken | |
| Saying never again, never again | |
| Now for the first time | |
| If peace is our vision | |
| Let us begin, let us begin |
| Lyrics: John Denver Music: John Denver | |
| I am the son of a grassland farmer | |
| Western Oklahoma nineteen fortythree | |
| I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free | |
| I gave up my father to South Korea | |
| The mind of my brother to Vietnam | |
| Now there' s a banker who says I must give up my land | |
| There are four generations of blood in this topsoil | |
| Four generations of love on this farm | |
| Before I give up I would gladly give up my right arm | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| I had a son and my son was a soldier | |
| He was so like my father, he was so much like me | |
| To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be | |
| He gave up his future to revolution | |
| His life to a battle that just can' t be won | |
| For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun | |
| I remember the nine hundred days of Leningrad | |
| The sound of the dyin, the cut of the cold | |
| I remember the moments I prayed I would never grow old | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| For the first time in my life I feel like a prisoner | |
| A slave to the ways of the powers that be | |
| And I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I see | |
| Tell me how can it be we' re still fighting each other | |
| What does it take for a people to learn | |
| If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn | |
| What are we making weapons for | |
| Why keep on feeding the war machine | |
| We take it right out of the mouths of our babies | |
| Take it away from the hands of the poor | |
| Tell me, what are we making weapons for | |
| Have we all forgotten | |
| All the lives that we are given | |
| All the vows that were taken | |
| Saying never again | |
| Now for the first time | |
| This could be the last time | |
| If peace is our vision | |
| Let us begin | |
| Have we forgotten | |
| All the lives that were given | |
| All the vows that were taken | |
| Saying never again, never again | |
| Now for the first time | |
| If peace is our vision | |
| Let us begin, let us begin |
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