Columbia Records Pressing Plant (Terre Haute) - The Call Up lyrics

It's up to you, not to heed the call up And you must not act, the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons, why you have grown up? Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up? It's up to you, not to heed the call up I don't want to die It's up to you, not to hear the call up I don't want to k** For he who will die Is he who will k**? Maybe I want to see the wheatfields Over Kiev and down to the sea (Chorus 2) All the young people down the ages They gladly marched off to die Proud city father used to watch them Tears in their eyes (Chorus 2) For he who will die Is he who will k**? There is a rose, that I want to live for Although, God knows, I may not have met her There is a dance and I should be with her There is a town, unlike any other It's up to you not to hear the call up And you must not act, the way you were brought up Who gives you work, why should you do it? At fifty five minutes past eleven, there is a rose It's up to you not to hear the call up (x2) I don't want to die There is a rose, that I want to live for It's up to you not to hear the call up