When the war is over, we can be kind again You can be my lover, I will be your friendAnd the drunkard in the gutter, who's laughing at the moonWill have whiskey and rye ginger, served from a silver spoonThe phonies and the cop-outs, the lonelies and the weirdIn one single moment, will brush away their fearWhen the war is over, no battles to be won or lostNo one to claim the victory, no one cares to count the costAnd the children will be the teachers, their lessons will be so clearTo hear with open eyes, to see with open earsAnd you will understand me, it's easy you will findTo reach with open arms, to speak with open mindWhen the war is over, no battles to be won or lostNo one to claim the victory, no one cares to count the costWhen the war is, when the war is, when the war is overWhen the bar is, when the bar is, when the bar is openWhen the war is over, when the war is overWhen the war is over, when the war is overWhen the war is over, when the war is overThank you very much.© transcript Emily Beynon