What was my arm worth when they took it away And the spirited russia said of armistice day Where did they put it, bella Where and which way Did it start the mad charge that the enemy made Or is it with my brother is it with my brother In a meaningless grave Tell me...where Tell me...where do I go to find it What has my arm gained in the balance of things Are there still birds flying and a brushing of wings Or should they still view the skies Still view the skies As a terrible thing With spoiling all their singing, babe And smashing up their wings Wish I could go with them brother but of all things It's only a stub of the original thing That was there when I signed And then saluted my king Where...tell me Where do I go to find it