Generations (lyrics)

I remember the stories my daddy told
About his father in the great war
The heroes, horror and futility
Buried on some foreign shore.

And all he sent was a photograph

Now taken long ago

And all he left was a phonograph

That was playing much too slow.

My daddy grew up safe and strong

Until the enemy tried once more

But he’d learnt to work his hands in wood

So thank god he wasn’t called.

And I remember seeing an old photograph

That was taken long ago

And I played with an old phonograph

Though it was playing much too slow.

Now I’ve lived two score years and some

And I’ve had no wars to fight
But I’ve raised a tall and handsome son

And he knows what’s wrong from right.

One day I’ll give him this old photograph

That was taken long ago

And I’ll pass on this old phonograph

Though it’s still playing much too slow.

Repeat.

The end

Ó Tony Gill

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