Where have all the flowers gone -- Kingstone Trio

Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing. Where have all the flowers gone? 
Long time ago.  Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them, ev'ry one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone? Long time passing. Where have all the young girls gone? Long time ago.  Where have all the young girls gone? They are all in uniform
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone? Long time passing. Where have all the young men gone? Long time ago.  Where have all the young men gone? Gone to soldiers ev'ry one. 
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time passing. Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago.  Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, ev'ry one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time passing. Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time ago.  Where have all the graveyards gone? Covered in flowers, ev'ry one. When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone? Oooh oooh. Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago.  Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them ev'ry one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Pete Seeger wrote this song as a call for peace. He was inspired by Mikhail Sholokhov's novel And Quiet Flows the Don, which is about Czarist Russia. In a 1988 interview with Paul Zollo, Seeger explained: "In one of the early chapters, it describes the Cossack soldiers galloping off to join the Czar's army. And they're singing: 'Where are the flowers? The girls have plucked them. Where are the girls? They've all taken husbands. Where are the men? They're all in the army. Gallop, gallop, gallop, wheeeee!' I stuck the words in my pocket. A year or two or three went by and I never had time to look up the original. Meanwhile, I'm sitting in a plane, kind of dozing. And all of a sudden came a line I had thought about five years earlier: 'long time passing.' I thought that those three words sang well. All of a sudden I fitted the two together, along with the intellectual's perennial complaining, 'When will we ever learn?'                                                                                      ( songfacts.com)


          

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