I stand upon the dock watching him go
It seems like only yesterday to me
Solders in my backyard my son did sow
That crop of toy solders far from this sea
Loudly planted with his laughter and glee
Hopelessly wait for a grown little reaper
A cold lonely ground their silent keeper
Send the day when only toys boys do sow
And grim fathers never sow young toy men
Into ground where young precious blood does flow
Planted with a heart that will never mend
I'm looking to the heavens from this mire
I'm waiting when God's loud trumpet will sing
And I will gladly light the blacksmith's fire
Let the sound of my worn beaten sword ring
Through this barren land and across the sea
Molding to plowshares sounds like hope to me
The ground has all the bloody toys it needs
Now let it only receive bloodless seed