Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run

Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come

Faded lips and eyes of blue they're carried in the wind

Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again



All the games are ended now, their voices have been stilled

Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed

Their fathers made the uniforms showing which side they were on

And the young boys wear the middle name for guns to prey upon



You've seen the fires in the night, watched the devil as he smiles

You've heard a mother's mournful cry as she searches for her child

You've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair

And wondered at the wise men who never seem to care



Goodbye you lost children, God speed you on your way

Your little beds are empty now, your toys are put away

Your mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor

Your father builds more weapons and marches out once more



Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run

Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come

Faded lips and eyes of blue they're carried in the wind

Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again