There Won't Be Many Coming Home - Roy Orbison

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…