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“And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving the dreams of past glory
I see the old men all twisted and torn
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all”
―
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving the dreams of past glory
I see the old men all twisted and torn
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all”
―
“I see the old men all twisted and torn,
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war.
And the young people ask me, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question.”
―
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war.
And the young people ask me, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question.”
―
“And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity.”
―
I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity.”
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