A minstrel came down from Gaul, with scores of tales to tell
Some of them were true and some were false and some we knew too well
It was told in fire, it was told in ice
It was told a million times though it need not be told twice

A soldier came down from Diem Ben Phu, with silence in his eyes
He told of many an evening when fire was the sky
He told of many a morning when the bravest of men would cry
Knowing, through Satan's earthbound magic, many more would have to die
Many more would have to die

A man came down from Sinai Mountain, with words of truth for us all
How we bowed and knelt down
How we worshipped well
And when it came to listening
We listened little, if at all
If at all