Hull When the war is over, we can be kind again You can be my lover, I will be your friend. And the drunkard in the gutter whose laughing at the moon Will have whiskey and dry ginger served from a silver spoon. And the phonies and the copouts the lonelys and the weird In one single moment will brush away their fears. When the war is over, no battles to be won or lost No one to claim the victory, no one cares to count the cost. And the children will be the teachers, their lessons will be so clear To see with open eyes, to hear with open ears. And you will understand me, its easy you will find To reach with open arms, to speak with open mind. When the war is over, no battles to be won or lost No one to claim the victory, no one cares to count the cost. When the war is, when the war is, when the war is over When the war is, when the war is, when the war is over When the war is, when the war is, when the war is over When the war is …