At great cost we tried to bring peace and prosperity to people who do not want it. At great cost we tried to change a tribal land only to leave it as we found it. Listen, deep in the night, when all is silent save the stirring of the leaves in the trees, and you will hear the American war dead quietly ask, what for?

Goodbye to all those castles in the air

Goodbye to all the dreams we tried to share

Goodbye to freedom and what freedom taught

Goodbye to all our guys who died for naught

Goodbye to dreams of bringing region peace

Goodbye to giving life there a new lease

Goodbye to nation building and what’s more

Goodbye to all our dead who cry what for

Goodbye