Hey Sandy

The sun was hot and the air was heavy and the marching men came by

You stood at the door and you watched then pass you asked the reason why

The sound of steel on their Jackboot heel came pounding through your head

Your reason is past, they’ve come at last, with the blessings of the dead

Hey Sandy, hey Sandy why are you the one?

All the years of growing up are wasted now and gone

Did you see them turn did you feel the burn of the bullets as they flew?

Hey Sandy, hey Sandy just what did you do?

At the college square they were standing there with flag and with the gun

And the whispered words as the young ones stirred, why are these things done

And the air was still with the lonely thrill of now the hour is near

And the smell of sweat was better yet than the awful smell of fear

The awful shout as you all ran out, why are these things done

And you stood and stared yet no one cared for another campus bum

Your songs are dead and your hymns instead are to the funeral pyre

And the words of youth, like love and truth are just ashes on the fire

Did you throw the stone at the men alone with their bayonets fixed for hire?

Did you think that they would kill no one did you scream as they opened fire?

As the square ran red with your bloodstains spread and the darkness round you grew

Did you feel the pain did you call the name of the man that you never knew?

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