Am C
1. Few of the sins of the father are visited upon the son,
G
hearts have been hard,
D
hands have been clenched into fists too long.
Am C
Our sons need never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns,
G
these are the years between,
D
these are the years that were hard fought and won.
Am C
Now, contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears,
G
seasons of war and grace,
D
they should not be forgotten years.
Am
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics,
G F
how many dreams remain, this is a feeling too strong to contain.
C Am
The hardest years, the darkest years,
F G
the roarin' years, the fallen years.
C - Am F G
These should not be forgotten years.
C Am
The hardest years, the wildest years,
F G
the desperate and divided years
F - C G G7 - Am
(We will remember), these should not be forgotten years.
Am C
2. Our shoreline was never invaded, our country was never in flames,
G
this is the calm we breathe,
D
this is the feeling to strong to contain.
Am
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics,
G
signatures stained with tears.
F G
Who can remember? We've got to remember !
+ CHORUS + Am ~ ~ + CHORUS
C Am
The blinded years, the binded years,
F G
the desperate and divided years.
C - Am F G
These should not be forgotten years
Am C - F - G - Am
Remember !