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Fri, 05 Aug 2005

Gordon Lightfoot -- 1976 -- "Protocol"

Who are these ones who would lead us now
To the sound of a thousand guns?
Who'd storm the gates of Hell Itself;
To the tune of a single drum?

Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars,
Whose loves were lost at sea?
In the hills of France, and on German soil.
From Saigon to Wounded Knee?

Who come from long lines of soldiers,
Whose duty was fulfilled,
In the words of a Warriors Will,
And Protocol?

Where are the boys in their coats of blue,
Who flew when their eyes were blind?
Was God in town for the Roman games?
Was He there when the deals were signed?

Who are the Kings in their coats of mail,
Who rode by the Cross to Die?
Did they all go down into Worthiness?
Is it wrong for a King to cry?

And who are these ones who would have us now
Whose presence is concealed
Whose nature is revealed
In a Time Bomb?

Last of all you old Seadogs
Who travel after whale
You'd storm the gates of Hell Itself
For the taste of a mermaids tail.

Who come from long lines of skippers
Whose duty was fulfilled
In the words of a Warriors Will
And Protocol.

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