Few of the sins of the father Are visited upon the son Hearts have been hard Hands have been clenched into fists too long
Our sons need never be soldiers Our daughters will never need guns These are the years between These are the years that were hard fought and won
Contracts torn at the edges Old signatures stained with tears Seasons of war and grace These should not be forgotten years
Still it aches like tetanus It reeks of politics How many dremas remain? This is a feeling too strong to contain
The hardest years, the darkest years The roarin' years, the fallen years These should not be forgotten years The hardest years, the wildest years The desperate and divided years We will remember These should not be forgotten years
Our shoreline was never invaded Our country was never in flames This is the calm we breathe This is a feeling too strong to contain Still it aches like tetanus It reeks of politics Signatures stained with tears Who can remember, we've got to remember
The hardest years, the darkest years ...
Forsaking aching breaking years The time 'n' tested heartbreak years These should not be forgotten years
The blinded years, the binded years The desperate and dividing years These should not be forgotten years RememberTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
