Petula Clark - On The Path Of Glory Lyrics
Blessed are the meek, they sayThey shall win where others loseBut when man is forced to stay,He is never asked to chooseHe must fight for his country,Fight for what he thinks is rightHe'll defend his wife and childrenOn the path of gloryRed or yellow, white or brownAll alike, one thought in mindWho will wear the victor's crown?Never mind the lame and blindIn the pride of their country,Good will triumph in the endEvil will be brought to justiceOn the path of gloryBig or little, fat or thinAll are heroes in the endUnforgivable, the sinTo submit, they don't pretendThey will die for their countryThey will die for you and meAmid the pungent smell of deathThat's on the path of gloryWhy should man be forced to kill?Why should they be made to die,Shattered on some peaceful hillTorn and bleeding where they lie?Far away from their country,Ask yourself the question nowWhy should they be forced to set outOn the path of glory?