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©1989 – music and words by John R. Black, ℗ 42nd Street Music Seattle


I can hear the voices crying

Crying lonely in the night

I can see the people dying

Will we ever do things right?

I hear the children singing

Singing how can we be free

If our fathers kill our freedom

With bombs dropped for liberty


We die with the dying.

See, they depart and we go with them.

We are born with the dead.

See, they return and bring us with them.

Tom Davis says so long

Roger Donlon’s Nam Dong

Mekong Delta and DMZ

A distant memory

John Paul Vann farewell

Not enough words to tell

Our gratitude to those who gave it all

We honor you for answering the call

Jeremiah Denton sheds a tear

For the many still not here

Living on in our memories

We pray for their return

Lance Corporal Judge goodbye

And the tens of thousands who died

Harry Peoples and Captain Holland too

In our hearts we honor you

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