I was moving across the country About four or five years or more When a man came up And gave me a card He said: "You gotta go to war" The mission flag was flying As I climbed aboard the train I saw my Mother crying She said: "I may not see you again" We were taught to clean a rifle And hot to kill a man I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun Fly to the midnight sun They flew me to a land A thousand miles away I wrote some homesick letters About my two year stay And about the kind of people That were all classed as one Fighting for their liberty Each and everyone I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun Fly to the midnight sun I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun Fly to the midnight sun I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun The men I thought were distant Yet they tried to smile Some were stoned and others moaned Was it all worth while? We were taught to clean a rifle And how to set a charge And how to kill a man out right I found a little hearts I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun Fly to the midnight sun I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun I'm gonna fly to the midnight sun.