Listen all you people Try and understand You may be a soldier Woman, Child or man But there won't be many coming home No, there won't be many coming home oh, there won't be many Maybe ten out of twenty but there won't be many coming home Now the old folks will remember On that dark and dismal day How their hearts were choked with pride As their children marched away Now the glory is all gone They are left alone And there won't be many coming home No, there won't be many coming home oh, there won't be many Maybe five out of twenty but there won't be many coming home Look real closely at the soldier Coming at you through the haze He May be the younger brother who ran away And before you kill another Listen to what I say Oh, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many There may not be any but there won't be many coming home If they all came back but one He was still some mother's son And there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many coming home Oh, there won't be many coming home.......