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John DenverLet Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For) (Remastered)

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 dying, 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 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
let us begin
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 dying, 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 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
let us begin

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