The Path Of Glory

Isn't life beautiful, isn't life gay
Isn't life the perfect thing to pass the time away

Lessen all the moot they say
They shall win where others lose
But when man is most assay he is never asked to choose
He must fight for his country
Fight for what he thinks is right
He'll defend his wife and children
On the path of Glory

Red or yellow, white or brown
All alike one thought in mind
Who will wear the victor's crown
Never mind the lame and blind
In the pride of their country
Goodwill triumph in the end
Evil will be brought to justice
On the path of Glory

Big or little fat or thin
All are hero's in the end
Unforgivable the sin
To submit they don't pretend
They will die for their country
They will die for you and me
With the pungent smell of death
That's on the path of Glory

Why should men be forced to kill
Why should they be made to die
Shattered on some peaceful hill
Torn and bleeding where they lay
Far away country ask yourself the question now
Why should men be forced to sit on
The path of Glory