Men with guns (Stories on a train)
Men with guns
On a train to a war
And love, they are leaving
us behind to die slow
Oh, my love, hold on to my words
they will make you strong
And on that day coming back
I'll bring you flowers
And I heard an old woman
on the same train saying
“I’m getting off at the next stop”
Babies were left behind
as the woman disembarked at the next stop
And they were left behind
with men carrying guns on their waist
One said “let’s go with them”
then the others said “no we are on a mission”
CHORUS :
They said no we are on a mission
We can’t let babies stand in our way
And yes, we’ve got our own
but we left them behind with our wives
How could they be so cruel?
How could they be so cold?
Babies need strong hands like theirs
but men with guns have got no hearts
Stories on a train
