Heavy from walking    We stopped for the night   Near the shallow river   A never fright   But night fell on us before dawn   'Till all of our hope was over drawn      If every man lay down his gun   We would no longer be      'Cause your war is your sickness   And so it's our disease      O distant constant quarrelling lot   Your risk is greater than what you've got   Open your high road   You drag us along, the long road   Of our brothers gone      We didn't fight back   We fought to escape   Smuggling gasoline for food   Before we were of age      Your war is your sickness   And so it's our disease      O distant constant quarrelling lot   Your risk is greater than what you've got   Open your high road   You carry us along, the long road   Of our brothers gone      'Cause we are so uncertain   Of the future, that we may face   And we don't like the burning   Of the very flame we had in place   Some day we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage   And we are not deserting   But we see no course to take      You hear the curtain falls   And heralds the curtain calls   Come out, come alive   Time is no lie   Everyone now in a row   So quiet and so devout   Can you resign yourself to accept   A better hell   We'll not fall in their curse   Facing life in prison or possibly worse   Our fathers are calling mass   Asking us to drink from the pain of their past life      O distant constant quarrelling lot   Your risk is greater than what you've got   Open your high road   You carry us along, the long road   Of our brothers gone      'Cause we are so uncertain   Of the future, that we may face   And we don't like the burning   Of the very flame we had in place   Some day we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage   And we are not deserting   But we see no course to take