My friend, my friend When will it be That I see you again It's all got to end Before the streets are lined With graves from end to end My friend, my friend My friend, my friend Like soldiers in the trenches You fight back again And you pay no mind To the fact that you're being picked-off One at a time My friend, my friend And if dignity were gold You'd be the wealthiest of men And the courage of a lion You've shown time and time again With conviction of the saints You've stood and firmly held your ground Against the horrors of this plague And those who'd put you down My friend, my friend So few in either church or state Can give the reason why They won't raise a hand To stop the suffering or to ease The pain of the dying My friend, my friend My friend, my friend When will it be That I can talk with you again I can't find the reason why That corruption lives While the good of heart Must be the first to die My friend, my friend My friend, my friend When will it be That I see you again When will it be That I see you again My friend, my friend