The Gift Of Years

Eric Bogle

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Tom:
D G A7 D Well, old friend, here I am, I told you I'd be back
G A7 D And as usual mate, I'm bloody late; it's 75 years down the track
G A7 D For the last time here I stand in this familiar foreign land
G 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 place
G A7 D Only one of them wears your cheery grin & your Queensland joker's face
G A7 D But I drown in all the bloody dreams of helpless young men's dying screams
G 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 now
G A7 D The future that we dreamed of, mate, got all twisted up somehow
G A7 D The peace that we were fighting for, the end to stupid senseless war
G 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 burned
G A7 D For the time you bought & the lessons taught, tho' often wasted & unlearned
G A7 D "Lest we forget" cry the multitudes, as if I ever ever could
G A7 D So forgive an old man's tears, & thank you for the years
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