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Two thousand graves all in narrow rows Which one is my dad's? God only knows Who is buried where, no one could be sure Please tell me mummy why dad went to war My poor dad was flown out early one morn Mum was pregnant, I still hadn't been born Wasn't long, he looked down the barrel of a gun Dead at twenty two and never got to see his son Ambushed they were, certainly never had a chance Had absolutely no warning as the enemy advanced Machine guns, grenades, cannons and lots of mortar Just before dawn, it was like lambs to the slaughter Two thousand died that day, mostly young men Sure hope our country never suffers like that again Lonely women at home pregnant or with a small kid Such a tragedy should never reoccur, heaven forbid Today is dad's thirtieth birthday and we shed a tear Should be with me and mum celebrating with a beer Why must they fight, do countries have to go to war Not just me without a dad but many thousands more Only a kid and I'm walking around the cemetery in a trance Can't all the world leaders just try and give peace a chance War has made me lonely and my dear old mum is a mess Trying to find dad's grave but sadly she'll need to guess
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Two Thousand Graves
Two thousand graves all in narrow rows Which one is my dad's? God only knows Who is buried where, no one could be sure Please tell me mummy why dad went to war My poor dad was flown out early one morn Mum was pregnant, I still hadn't been born Wasn't long, he looked down the barrel of a gun Dead at twenty two and never got to see his son Ambushed they were, certainly never had a chance Had absolutely no warning as the enemy advanced Machine guns, grenades, cannons and lots of mortar Just before dawn, it was like lambs to the slaughter Two thousand died that day, mostly young men Sure hope our country never suffers like that again Lonely women at home pregnant or with a small kid Such a tragedy should never reoccur, heaven forbid Today is dad's thirtieth birthday and we shed a tear Should be with me and mum celebrating with a beer Why must they fight, do countries have to go to war Not just me without a dad but many thousands more Only a kid and I'm walking around the cemetery in a trance Can't all the world leaders just try and give peace a chance War has made me lonely and my dear old mum is a mess Trying to find dad's grave but sadly she'll need to guess
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
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