Harry Belafonte — Cruel War lyrics

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