She dreams of nineteen sixty-ninenBefore the soldiers camenThe life was cheap on bread and winenAnd sharing meant no shamenShe is awakened by the screamsnOf rockets flying from nearbynAnd scared she clings onto her dreamsnTo beat the fear that she might diennAnd who will have wonnWhen the soldiers have gonenFrom the LebanonnThe LebanonnnBefore he leaves the camp he stopsnHe scans the world outsidenAnd where there used to be some shopsnIs where the snipers sometimes hidenHe left his home the week beforenHe thought he'd be like the policenBut now he finds he is at warnWeren't we supposed to keep the peace?nnAnd who will have wonnWhen the soldiers have gonenFrom the LebanonnThe LebanonnThe LebanonnFrom the LebanonnnI must be dreamingnIt cant be truenI must be dreamingnIt cant be truennAnd who will have wonnWhen the soldiers have gone?nFrom the LebanonnThe LebanonnThe LebanonnFrom the Lebanon