Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
Jimmy Webb
How young you die, the lost generation
(Lost generation)
How easily it's done, one shot from a gun
And then
Where are you dreams, lost generation?
(Lost generation)
Where are your daughters, and where are your sons?
Its alright if you cry
(It's alright)
Early in the morning
No one will see you
No one will see you
What are you dying for, lost generation?
(When Johnny comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!)
How can you die, without asking why
(We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!)
Don't you want to know, lost generation?
(The men will cheer and the boys will shout
And the ladies they will all turn out)
Why the rich ones stay and the poor ones go
(And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home)
Its alright if you cry
(It's alright)
Early in the morning
No one will see you
No one will see you
(When Johnny comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
And the ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home)
Its alright if you cry
(It's alright)
Early in the morning
No one will see you
No one will see you
I said no one will see you
(Lost generation)
I said no one will see you
Lost Generation was written by Patrick Gilmore & Jimmy Webb.