He is that man who sent young men to die br In battle underneath a foreign sky br And wars are never won if lives are lost br In human life how can one count the cost. br br He is that man who led the big parade br And to him went the victory accolade br The men who died for him are now forgot br And he the hero never fired one shot. br br He is that man with hair of silvery gray br A hero then a hero still today br He took the fame the honour and the pride br And many young men for his ego died. br br He is that man who with his wife on sunday br Go to the house of God to kneel and pray br But still the taint of sin with him will stay br Of young lives lost for him so far away. br br The hurt of loss with mothers will remain br Due to this man who caused such grief and pain br He sent their sons beyond the sea to die br In battle underneath a foreign sky. br br He is that man with hair of silvery gray br A hero then a hero still today br The men who died for him are now forgot br And he the hero never fired one shot.