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

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

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 heartbreak 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