Unusual chord:
C/G   :   3|2|13


    G                          C/G  G 
And you say that the battle is o---ver,
				 D
And you say that the war is all done
 
Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose
				 G/D  G
Who run from the sound of the gun,
                                   C/G           G
And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
                                          C
Or on ice floes where conscience is tossed
                                     G
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die
          D                            G  C/G  G
And it's we who must measure the loss.

    G                          C/G  G 
And you say that the battle is o---ver,
			     D
And finally the world is at peace
  
You mean no one is dying, and mothers don't weep,
                                   G/D  G
Or it's not in the papers, at least.
                                       C/G         G
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
                                           C
There are those who would tear down the sun,
                                G
And most men are ruthless, but some will still weep
          D                           C/G  D  Em  D  Em
When the gifts we were given are gone.

          G                       C/G          G
Now the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few,
                                    D
It's become such a part of the race;

It's eternally tragic that that which is magic
                                         G/D  G
Be killed at the end of the glorious chase.
                                        C/G           G 
From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
                                       C
They will fall just like weeds in the wind;
                                   G
With furcoats, and perfumes, and trophies on walls:
        D                      C/G  D  G
What a hell of a race to call men.

    G                          C/G  G 
And you say that the battle is o---ver,
				 D
And you say that the war is all done
 
Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose
				 G/D  G
Who run from the sound of the gun,
                                   C/G           G
And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
                                          C
Or on ice floes where conscience is tossed
                                     G
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die
          D                            G  
And it's we who must measure the loss.
          C/G                        G
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
          D                       G    C/G  G
And it's we who must measure the cost.