Oh, my name, it means nothin', my age it means less
|
The country I come from is called the Midwest
|
I was taught and brought up there, the laws to abide
|
And the land that I live in has God on its side
|
|
Oh, the history books tell it, they tell it so well
|
The cavalries charged, the Indians fell
|
The cavalries charged, the Indians died
|
Oh, the country was young with God on its side
|
|
Oh, the Spanish-American war had its day
|
And the civil war too was soon laid away
|
And the names of the heroes I was made to memorize
|
With guns in their hands and God on their side
|
Oh, the first world war, boys it closed out its fate
|
The reason for fighting I never got straight
|
But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride
|
For you don't count the dead when God's on your side
|
|
When the second world war came to an end
|
We forgave the Germans and then we were friends
|
Though they murdered six million, in the ovens they fried
|
The Germans now too have God on their side
|
|
But now we've got weapons of the chemical dust
|
If fire them we're forced to, then fire them we must
|
One push of the button and a shot the world wide
|
And you never ask questions when God's on your side
|
|
So now as I'm leavin', I'm weary as hell
|
The confusion I'm feelin', ain't no tongue can tell
|
The words fill my head and fall to the floor
|
Oh, if God's on our side, He'll stop the next war
|
|
-----------------
|
With God On Our Side
|
| Judy Collins |
