She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine
  Before the soldiers came
  The life was cheap on bread and wine
  And sharing meant no shame
  She is awakened by the screams
  Of rockets flying from nearby
  And scared she clings onto her dreams
  To beat the fear that she might die
  
  And who will have won
  When the soldiers have gone
  From the Lebanon
  The Lebanon
  
  Before he leaves the camp he stops
  He scans the world outside
  And where there used to be some shops
  Is where the snipers sometimes hide
  He left his home the week before
  He thought he'd be like the police
  But now he finds he is at war
  "Weren't we supposed to keep the peace"
  
  And who will have won
  When the soldiers have gone
  From the Lebanon
  The Lebanon
  The Lebanon
  From the Lebanon
  
  I must be dreaming
  It can't be true
  I must be dreaming
  It can't be true
  
  And who will have won
  When the soldiers have gone?
  From the Lebanon
  The Lebanon
  The Lebanon
  From the Lebanon