You wore the blue in the mighty fight
For you knew how to hold up the right
And you will cry
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle- lu-uuu-yah
And you knew at times for whom the bell tolls
When lives are lost in blood extols
Again you cry
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle- lu-uuu-yah
On those days when things were bad
All you could see was so very sad
At the end all there is the mournful cry
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle- lu-uuu-yah
Sometimes the call is left to you
To tell parents their child's life is through
Wiping the tears they cry
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle- lu-uuu-yah
And the years of facing all the fears
So you're not able to hold back the tears
Cry out with all your might
Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle- lu-uuu-yah.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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