Harry Belafonte Cruel War Lyrics

Cruel War Lyrics

Oh the cruel war is raging 

  Your daddy must fight 

  And I know I will miss you 

  From morning till night 

  You cannot go with me 

  It grieves my heart so 

  You cannot go with me 

  Oh no my son no 

  

  For your waist is to slender 

  Your fingers to small 

  And your cheeks are to tender  

  To take the cannon-ball 

  They will give me shiny medals 

  They'll call "the killing brave" 

  But I'd rather hold my darling son  

  Then fill a thousand graves 

  

  I will fight through the winter 

  Through Summer, Spring and Fall 

  And there's many a man that I will kill 

  That I never known at all 

  O listen, oh listen to me Johnny 

  And heave my story well 

  There's no glory in the killing 

  Just the agony of hell 

  

  Oh the cruel war is raging 

  Your daddy must fight 

  And I know I will miss you 

  From morning till night