[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?
[Verse 1]
Well, the sun was hot and the air was heavy as the marching men came by
And you ran to the door to watch them pass and you asked the soldiers "Why?"
And the sound of the steel and the blackboot's heel was pounding in your head
And your freedom's past, they have come at last with the blessings of the dead
[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?
[Verse 2]
In the college square they were standing there with the flag and with the drum
And the whispered word as the young ones stirred was "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
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?
[Verse 1]
Well, the sun was hot and the air was heavy as the marching men came by
And you ran to the door to watch them pass and you asked the soldiers "Why?"
And the sound of the steel and the blackboot's heel was pounding in your head
And your freedom's past, they have come at last with the blessings of the dead
[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?
[Verse 2]
In the college square they were standing there with the flag and with the drum
And the whispered word as the young ones stirred was "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
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