CHORUS
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy why were you the one?
All the years of growing up are wasted now and gone.
Did you see them turn, did you feel the burn of the bullets as they flew?
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy just what did you do?
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy just what did you do?
Well the sun was hot and the air was heavy and the marching men came by
And you ran to the door and you watched then pass you asked the soldiers "Why?"
The sound of steel and the black boot's heel was pounding in your head
And your freedom's past, they've come at last, with the blessings of the dead.
In the college square they were standing there with flag and with the gun
And the whispered words as the young ones stirred, "Now at last they've come"
And the air was still with the lonely thrill of now the hour is near
And the smell of sweat was better yet than the awful stench of fear.
Through the air th shout as you all ran out was "Why are these things done?"
You stood and you stared but no one cared for another campus b**
And your songs were dead and your hymns instead were to the burning pyre
And the words of youth, like love and truth, just ashes in the fire.
Did you throw the stone at the men alone with their bayonets fixed for hire?
Did you doubt that they would, say no one could, did you scream when they opened fire?
As the square ran red with your bloodstains spread and the darkness round you grew
Through the fear and pain did you call the name of the man you never knew?
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy why were you the one?
All the years of growing up are wasted now and gone.
Did you see them turn, did you feel the burn of the bullets as they flew?
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy just what did you do?
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy just what did you do?
Well the sun was hot and the air was heavy and the marching men came by
And you ran to the door and you watched then pass you asked the soldiers "Why?"
The sound of steel and the black boot's heel was pounding in your head
And your freedom's past, they've come at last, with the blessings of the dead.
In the college square they were standing there with flag and with the gun
And the whispered words as the young ones stirred, "Now at last they've come"
And the air was still with the lonely thrill of now the hour is near
And the smell of sweat was better yet than the awful stench of fear.
Through the air th shout as you all ran out was "Why are these things done?"
You stood and you stared but no one cared for another campus b**
And your songs were dead and your hymns instead were to the burning pyre
And the words of youth, like love and truth, just ashes in the fire.
Did you throw the stone at the men alone with their bayonets fixed for hire?
Did you doubt that they would, say no one could, did you scream when they opened fire?
As the square ran red with your bloodstains spread and the darkness round you grew
Through the fear and pain did you call the name of the man you never knew?