Did you see them, going off to fight, Children of the barricade who didn't last the night? Did you see them, lying where they died, Someone used to cradle them and kiss them when they cried? Did you see them, lying side by side? Who will wake them? No one ever will. No one ever told them that a summer day can kill. They were schoolboys, never held a gun, Fighting for a new world that would rise up like the sun. Where's that new world now the fighting's done? Nothing changes. Nothing ever will. Every year another brat, another month to fill. Same old story, what's the use of tears? What's the use of praying if there's nobody who hears? Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning through the years. Turning, turning, turning, turning, minutes into hours and the hours into years. Nothing changes. Nothing ever changes. Running on the climb above them, that's where you find them most. Running, running back where you began