Golden Ribbons - Live

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?