Rob Hirst/Jim Moginie)



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 dreams remain?

This is a feeling too strong to contain



CHORUS

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 heaeartbreak years

These should not be forgotten years



The blinded years, the binded years

The desperate and divided years

These should not be forgotten years

Remember

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