The sailors drink mothers milk
the soldiers hide close by
and dress themselves in leather and silk
knowing not to try
as they wait for a better day
when the trumpets sound to say

I love you, lets move with the moon
Try to hold on and come back real soon
I love you from the bottom to the top
try to hold on as we make one more stop

An army followed the drummer
as he was shot on the hill
today was his nineteenth summer
but he had no gun to kill
just a drum and a beat to play
as the trumpets sounded to say

I love you

The politicians sign there treaties
and the living return home
to watch TV and eat their Wheaties
while the dead are all alone
forgetting the debt that they can’t pay
while all the trumpets sound to say

I love you