Seasons of War Phyl Lobl Chorus: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, War has all the seasons. One and two, three and four, Man will give the reasons. Soldier in the Spring of war, Knows just what he's fighting for, Told so many times before Fighting for his freedom. Chorus Come the Summer all is growing And the fruit of war is showing Pain and hate he will be knowing Fighting for his freedom. Chorus When his friends begin to fall And the bombs rain down on all Then he hears the Autumn call Fighting for his freedom. Chorus Winter finds the glory gone. War is grey to look upon. Soldier wonders what he's won Fighting for his freedom. Chorus &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& From her Broadmeadow Thistle album. She writes, Written in the summer of the Vietnam War, I hoped this song would not be relevant any more. I no longer have such youthful optimism. The chorus works as a round sung behind the verses. Recording available here.
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