Phil Ochs - A Toast To Those Who Are Gone Lyrics
Pre>c amManys the hour Ive lain by my windowC amAnd thought of the people who carried the burdenC amWho marched in the strange fields in search of an answersC am gAnd ended their journeys an unwilling heroAm em am gHeres a song to those who are gone with never a reason whyEm amAnd a toast of the wine at the end of the lineD7 gAnd a toll of the bell for the next one to dieBack in the coal fields of old harlan countySome talked of the union, some talked of good wagesAnd they lined them up in the dark of the forestsAnd shot them down without asking no questionsHeres a song to those who are gone with never a reason whyAnd a toast of the wine to the end of the lineAnd a toll of the bell for the next one to dieAnd over the ocean, to the red spanish soilCame the lincoln brigade with their dreamsBut they fell in the fire of germanys bombingAnd they fell cause no one would hear their sad warningHeres a song to those who are gone with never a reason whyAnd a toast of the wine at the end of the lineAnd a toll of the bell for the next one to dieIn old alabama, in old mississippiTwo states of the union so often found guiltyThey came on the busses, they came on the marchesAnd they lay in the jails or they fell by the highwayHeres a song to those who are gone with never a reason whyAnd a toast of the wine at the end of the lineAnd a toll of the bell for the next one to dieThe state it was texas, the town it was dallasIn the flash of a rifle a life was soon overAnd nobody thought of the past million murdersAnd the long list of irony(? ) had found a new championHeres a song to those who are gone with never a reason whyAnd a toast of the wine at the end of the lineAnd a toll of the bell for the next one to die/pre>