Gordon Lightfoot - Protocol |
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Protocol
Gordon Lightfoot Who are these ones who would lead us now Who'd storm the gates of hell itself To the tune of a single drum Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars To the sound of a thousand guns Whose loves were lost at sea In the hills of France and on German soil Who come from long lines of soldiers >From Saigon to Wounded Knee Whose duty was fulfilled In the words of a warriors will Where are the boys in their coats of blue And protocol Who flew when their eyes were blind Was God in town for the Roman games Who road by the cross to die Was he there when the deals were signed Who are the kings in their coats of mail Did they all go down into worthiness And who are these ones who would have us now Is it wrong for a king to cry Whose presence in concealed In a time bomb Whose nature is revealed Last of all you old seadogs Who travel after whale You'd storm the gates of hell itself Who come from long lines of skippers For the taste of a mermaid's tail Whose duty was fulfilled In the words of a warrior's will And protocol |
