(orbison/ dees)Listen all you peopleTry and understandYou may be a soldierWoman, child or manBut there won’t be many coming homeNo, there won’t be many coming homeOh, there won’t be manyMaybe ten out of twentyBut there won’t be many coming homeNow the old folks will rememberOn that dark and dismal dayHow their hearts were choked with prideAs their children marched awayNow the glory is all goneThey are left aloneAnd there won’t be many coming homeNo, there won’t be many coming homeOh, there won’t be manyMaybe five out of twentyBut there won’t be many coming homeLook real closely at the soldierComing at you through the hazeHe may be the younger brother who ran awayAnd before you kill anotherListen to what I sayOh, there won’t be many coming homeOh, there won’t be many coming homeOh, there won’t be manyThere may not be anyBut there won’t be many coming homeIf they all came back but oneHe was still some mother’s sonAnd there won’t be many coming homeOh, there won’t be many coming homeOh, there won’t be many coming homeOh, there won’t be many coming home.......