Hey Sandy, hey Sandy, why were you the one?
All the years of growing up are wasted now and gone
Did you see them turn, did you feel the burn of the bullets as they flew?
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy, just what did you do?
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy, just what did you do?

Well the sun was hot and the air was heavy as the marching men came by
And you ran to the door to watch them pass and you asked the soldiers "Why?"
And the sound of the steel and the blackboot's heel was pounding in your head
And your freedom's past, they have come at last with the blessings of the dead
Hey Sandy...

In the college square they were standing there with the flag and with the drum
And the whispered word as the young ones stirred was "Now at last they've come"
And the air was still with the lonely thrill of now the hour is near
And the smell of sweat was better yet than the awful stench of fear
Hey Sandy...

Through the air the shout as you all ran out was "Why are these things done?"
And you stood and you stared but no one cared for another campus bum
And your songs were dead and the hymns instead were to the burning pyre
And the words of youth, like love and truth, just ashes in the fire
Hey Sandy...

Did you throw the stone at the men alone with their bayonets fixed for hire?
Did you doubt that they would, say no one could, did you scream when they opened fire?
As the square ran red and your bloodstain spread and the darkness 'round you grew
Through the fear and the pain did you call the name of the man you never knew?
Hey Sandy...
Songwriter: Harvey Andrews