D G A7 D Well, old friend, here I am, I told you I'd be backG A7 D And as usual mate, I'm bloody late; it's 75 years down the trackG A7 D For the last time here I stand in this familiar foreign landG A7 D Back with the mates I left behind, fixed forever in their time [Verse 2]D G A7 D And all the ghosts, of all the boys who haunt this lonely placeG A7 D Only one of them wears your cheery grin & your Queensland joker's faceG A7 D But I drown in all the bloody dreams of helpless young men's dying screamsG A7 D I feel your hand give my arm a shake & your voice say "steady, mate" [Verse 3]D G A7 D And the country that you died for, mate, you would not know it nowG A7 D The future that we dreamed of, mate, got all twisted up somehowG A7 D The peace that we were fighting for, the end to stupid senseless warG A7 D So it couldn't happen to our kids - well old mate, it did [Verse 4]D G A7 D But thank you for the gift of years & the flame that brightly burnedG A7 D For the time you bought & the lessons taught, tho' often wasted & unlearnedG A7 D "Lest we forget" cry the multitudes, as if I ever ever couldG A7 D So forgive an old man's tears, & thank you for the years
The Gift Of Years
Eric Bogle
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