Testo di The Path Of Glory

Isn't life beautiful, isn't life gay Isn't life the perfect thing to pass the time away Lessen all the moot they say They shall win where others lose But when man is most assay he is never asked to choose He must fight for his country Fight for what he thinks is right He'll defend his wife and children On the path of Glory Red or yellow, white or brown All alike one thought in mind Who will wear the victor's crown Never mind the lame and blind In the pride of their country Goodwill triumph in the end Evil will be brought to justice On the path of Glory Big or little fat or thin All are hero's in the end Unforgivable the sin To submit they don't pretend They will die for their country They will die for you and me With the pungent smell of death That's on the path of Glory Why should men be forced to kill Why should they be made to die Shattered on some peaceful hill Torn and bleeding where they lay Far away country ask yourself the question now Why should men be forced to sit on The path of Glory