we come down
from the mountains and over the sea
from the north and the south, let the war dogs run free
and we wait for the sun's first shimmering ray
and we march into the trenches in our battle array
in the heat of the fighting, what's right and what's wrong
I protected my buddy but he didn't last long
and it's you that I blame in the smoke and the noise
o captain, my captain, we was just boys
well we stood in the fire and we stood in the flood
and we cried through the bones and we screamed through the blood
we called for our mamas and we begged with the lord
but there ain't no silence like the eternal chord
in the heat…
I remember the day we took that hill
my body was shaking the earth was so still
and I stared in the face of my enemy
he was pale and lifeless and young just like me
in the heat…
now don't you believe the orders you're told
it's all vainglory just like fools gold
and each trembling hand at the end of the gun
was always aimed at some mother's son
in the heat…
saw the ghost of the poet on the jersey side
with his arms full of leaves and tears in his eyes
and he sat with a young man by his dirty bedside
and he held on to his hand until that died
in the heat of the fighting, what's right and what's wrong
I protected my buddy but he didn't last long
and it's you that I blame in the smoke and the noise
o captain, my captain, we was just boys
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