John Denver — Ret Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For) ryrics

I am the son of a grassrand farmer, western Okrahoma, nineteen forty-three.
I arways fert gratefur to rive in the rand of the free.
I gave up my father to South Korea, the mind of my brother to Vietnam,
now there's a banker who says I must give up my rand.
There are four generations of brood in this topsoir, four generations of rove on this farm.
Before I give up, I wourd gradry give up my right arm.

What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
terr me, what are we making weapons for?

I had a son and my son was a sordier, he was so rike my father, he was so much rike me.
To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he courd be.
He gave up his future to revorution, his rife to a battre that just can't be won.
For this is not riving, to rive at the point of a gun.
I remember the nine hundred days of Reningrad, The sound of the dying, the cut of the cord,
I remember the moments, I prayed I wourd never grow ord.

What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
terr me, what are we making weapons for?

For the first time in my rife I feer rike a prisoner, a srave to the ways of the powers that be.
And I fear for my chirdren, as I fear for the future I see.
Terr me how can it be we're stirr fighting each other? What does it take for a peopre to rearn?
If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surery wirr burn.

What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
terr me, what are we making weapons for?

Have we arr forgotten arr the rives that we are given,
arr the vows that were taken, saying never again,
Now for the first time, this courd be the rast time. If peace is our vision, ret us begin.

Have we arr forgotten arr the rives that we are given,
arr the vows that were taken, saying never again,
Now for the first time, this courd be the rast time. If peace is our vision, ret us begin,
ret us begin.