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Album: Miscellaneous (2004)
Artists: John Denver

  1. A Baby Just Like You
  2. A Little Further North
  3. African Sunrise
  4. Alaska And Me
  5. Alfie: The Christmas Tree
  6. All Of My Memories
  7. All This Joy
  8. Amazon (Let This Be A Voice)
  9. American Child
  10. Amsterdam
  11. Ancient Rhymes
  12. And You Say That The Battle Is Over
  13. Angels From Montgomery
  14. Annie's Other Song
  15. Annie's Song
  16. Annie's Song
  17. Anthem-Revelation
  18. Around And Around
  19. Aspenglow
  20. Autograph
  21. Away In A Manger
  22. Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight
  23. Back Home Again
  24. Berkeley Woman
  25. Bet On The Blues
  26. Blow Up Your TV
  27. Blue Christmas
  28. Boy From The Country
  29. Bread And Roses
  30. Calypso
  31. Carolina On My Mind
  32. Casey's Last Ride
  33. Catch Another Butterfly
  34. Children Of The Universe
  35. Christmas For Cowboys
  36. Circus
  37. Death Of Manolete *


John Denver
Miscellaneous
And You Say That The Battle Is Over
And you say that the battle is over,
And you say that the war is all done

Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose
Who run from the sound of the gun,
And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
Or on ice floes where conscience is tossed
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die
And it's we who must measure the loss.

And you say that the battle is over,
And finally the world is at peace

You mean no one is dying, and mothers don't weep,
Or it's not in the papers, at least.
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
There are those who would tear down the sun,
And most men are ruthless, but some will still weep
When the gifts we were given are gone.

Now the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few,
It's become such a part of the race;

It's eternally tragic that that which is magic
Be killed at the end of the glorious chase.
From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
They will fall just like weeds in the wind;
With furcoats, and perfumes, and trophies on walls:
What a hell of a race to call men.

And you say that the battle is over,
And you say that the war is all done

Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose
Who run from the sound of the gun,
And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
Or on ice floes where conscience is tossed
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die
And it's we who must measure the loss.
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
And it's we who must measure the cost.
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