Song Description

An anti war song with a late '60s vibe.

Lyrics

There is a brown hill far away
in this far off place
and there's a man up there got his sights on me
but I can't see his face.

There's poppy fields and a clear blue sky
but there's mines on all these roads
well the children wave as we pass by
hoping we'll explode.

Take me home Tommy, take me home right now
take me back to the land, back to the plough
well I know I've been told but I still don't understand
what we're doing here in Afghanistan,
what we're doing here in Afghanistan

The British came and the British went
now we're back with our Yankee friends
well we've been here for 8 long years
I can see it'll never end

When the Russians came in '79
Johny Mujahedeen was our friend
well ...thirty five thousand Soviets died
before the tanks rolled north again

Take me home Tommy, take me back home please
take me back to the pub, down to the sea
well I know I've been told but I still don't understand
what we're doing here in Afghanistan,
what we're doing here in Afghanistan.

There is a brown hill far away
in this far off place
and there's a man up there got his sights on me
but I can't see his face.

There's poppy fields and a clear blue sky
but there's mines on all these roads
well the children wave as we pass by
hoping we'll explode.

Take him home Tommy, take him home in a bag
put the bag in a box, wrap the box in a flag
put the box on a plane and strike up the band
take him home from Afghanistan,
take him home from Afghanistan,
what was he doing there in Afghanistan?