When I was small I had a doll
Whose dress was faded blue
And I can remember my very first Christmas
When I was two
My brother was kind and had his fun
By playing with his friends and his little toy gun
But when he was older he went for a soldier
And never came home when the war was done
Little boys go off to war and never return again
Dying in their senseless wars that no one could ever win
And every day the people say
Our country must save face
But nothing can save the face of my brother
Drowned in the waste
The papers said my brother bled
To keep his country free
But there is no freedom in a wooden box
That I can see
Little boys go off to war and never return again
Dying in their senseless wars that no one could ever win
He never came home when the war was done
Whose dress was faded blue
And I can remember my very first Christmas
When I was two
My brother was kind and had his fun
By playing with his friends and his little toy gun
But when he was older he went for a soldier
And never came home when the war was done
Little boys go off to war and never return again
Dying in their senseless wars that no one could ever win
And every day the people say
Our country must save face
But nothing can save the face of my brother
Drowned in the waste
The papers said my brother bled
To keep his country free
But there is no freedom in a wooden box
That I can see
Little boys go off to war and never return again
Dying in their senseless wars that no one could ever win
He never came home when the war was done
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