The Lebanon

She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine
Before the soldiers came
The life was cheap on bread and wine
And sharing meant no shameShe is awakened by the screams
Of rockets flying from nearby
And scared she clings onto her dreams
To beat the fear that she might dieAnd who will have won
When the soldiers have gone?
From the Lebanon, the LebanonBefore he leaves the camp he stops
He scans the world outside
And where there used to be some shops
Is where the snipers sometimes hideHe left his home the week before
He thought he'd be like the police
But now he finds he is at war
Weren't we supposed to keep the peaceAnd who will have won
When the soldiers have gone?
From the Lebanon, the Lebanon
The Lebanon, from the LebanonI must be dreaming
It can't be true
I must be dreaming
It can't be trueAnd who will have won
When the soldiers have gone?
From the Lebanon, the Lebanon
The Lebanon, from the Lebanon