Golden Ribbons

Listen to the people crying Hoping for the day they'll be free I don't have to tell you we're (they're) dieing Just wake up, take a look, what do You see? I see young men my own age in coffins And mothers in tears for their sons* And sweethearts and wives Alone with their memories And golden ribbon's those fortunes of war Thousands and thousands Shall gather together To seek and find the Way we all need And the son will bring (backhanded glory) us together Hallelujah and rid ourselves of the pain we all see We see young men our own age in coffins And Mothers in tears for their sons And Sweetheart's and wives Alone with their memories And golden ribbon's those fortunes of war What does it to avail a man To gain fortune And lose his soul?