And it’s a call to armsnWe’ll march across the landnFile in to make a changenAmong men, with your handsnnI was born in a swampnIn a summer spawned of the hottest heatnMy father was a roamin’ trampnMy mother was a gypsy sweetnI was conceived in the summer sunnSpontaneous combustionnThey say they felt their hearts give waynWhen mine began to take shapennAnd it’s a call to armsnFile in to make a changenAmong men, with your handsnnI had a vision when I was tennOf a caravan across the sandsnWith beasts and wares and gems and mennOut to start againnYes, I had a vision when I was tennOf a caravan across the sandsnWith beasts and wares and gems and mennOut to start againnnAnd it’s a call to armsnWe’ll march across the landnFile in to make a changenAmong men, with your handsnnWith your hands (Oh I say)nWith your hands (I say)nWith your hands (Oh I say)nWith your hands (Do you hear me)nWith your hands (Oh I say)nWith your hands (I say)nWith your hands (Oh I say)nWith your hands (Do you hear me)nnI was born in a swampnIn a summer spawned of the hottest heatnMy father was a roamin’ trampnMy mother was a gypsy sweetnI was conceived in the summer sunnSpontaneous combustionnThey say they felt their hearts give waynWhen mine began to take shapennAnd it’s a call to armsnFile in to make a changenAmong men, with your hands