Yours and Mine - Crosby, Stills & Nash

I can see a boy of fourteen

He’s got a rifle in his hand

He’s dying to defend his desert land

He’s got an arm around his father

Another arm around his gun

Must the child in the father die so young?

There’s a teenage girl in Belfast

Playing in the street

Her brother plays a different game and he’s turning up the heat

On the soldiers around the corner

And the powers overseas

And who are they to ruin lives like these?

'Cos they’re yours and they’re mine

They’re yours and mine

'Cos they’re yours and they’re mine

Yours and mine

So you think that it’s so easy

Just to let I pass you by

You watch T.V. and pretend it’s all a lie

But you know there is no Third World

It happens to us all

There’s just one world and the kids are the first to fall

And they’re yours and they’re mine

They’re yours and mine

And they’re yours and they’re mine

They’re yours and mine

They’re yours and they’re mine

Yours and mine

And she raised him for something

Better than a bullet

He’s a every mother’s son

And she raised him for something

Better than a bullet

He’s a every mother’s son

And she raised him for something

Better than a bullet

He’s a every mother’s son

His life’s hanging from a trigger

I won’t to pull it

'Cos they’re yours and they’re mine

They’re yours and mine

'Cos they’re yours and they’re mine

They’re yours and mine

'Cos they’re yours and they’re mine

They’re yours and mine

'Cos they’re yours and they’re mine

Yours and mine