Russell G. Robison

THE SINGER

I sing a song of too much sad
I sing a song of too much bad
I sing a song of too much truth
That I learned in my days of youth

But it’s the only song I know
A song learned oh so long ago
When men did things they still deplore
Yet side by side they fought a war

Such things are what define my song
And I have tried to sing it strong
A single voice but one who knows
How cold the world when the war wind blows