On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves
Washes the ground with so many tears
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten
I see in your eyes, I feel in your touch, I taste it from your lips and, baby, more I love you.
When you go home tonight, you must take the long way home.