I am weary of war, sir
The fight has made me old
The battles rattle in my bones
The struggle leaves me cold
I am weary of war, sir,
And as the sun retreats
It hurts to lift my weapon up
Or move my tired feet
I’ve seen the greatest works of men
lofty in their day
But like the mortal frame I bear
War hastens their decay
In am tired of war, And
I can struggle mo more
And so my shield lies in the sand
While I rest upon the shore
