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Hero's Son (Shad)

Rees Shad

Grand Daddy fought in the Northern Seine

A witness to the ghost of Charlemagne

The Northern Lights or the Holy Ghost

Drove him out of his bunker toward a German Host

 

Mustard gas tore his lungs apart

But he was driven by a hero’s heart

He told my Daddy, and Daddy told my son

How the First World War was won

           

On the bodies of a hundred friends

Lay broken hearts that victory cannot mend

For God, for country, and for a tale to tell

They turned their youth into their time in Hell

Turned their youth into their time in Hell

 

My father played the Pacific Stage

On the tide of his nations rage

Struck by a call to arms by infamy

He got the job done came home and made me

Never spoke about it when I asked

But Momma said he killed more than Grand Daddy had

And hardly slept through any given night`    

Without dreaming about the sight

 

Of the bodies of a hundred friends

Of broken hearts that victory cannot mend

For God, for country, and for a tale to tell

They turned their youth into their time in Hell

Turned their youth into their time in Hell

 

I’ve been a fighter since I was a child

My fists hard and my spirit wild

But my war came in a different way    

I didn’t want to go and I just couldn’t stay

Up in Winnipeg I had to change my name    

Daddy swore he’d never say my name again

A hero’s son of a hero’s son, I turned away to be forgotten

 

Among the bodies of a hundred friends

Lay broken hearts that victory cannot mend

For God, for country, and for a tale to tell

They turned my youth into our time in Hell

Turned my youth into our time in Hell

 

When Momma fought her war in that cancer-ward

I came home to hold her hand

My father opened up the big front door

Hugged my wife and my son Dan

Took me in his arms as if I were the boy I was before

The Night my Momma died

We made a promise, we swore.

 

On the bodies of a hundred friends

Lay aside the differences and try to mend

For God, for country, and for Momma as well

To leave the past behind as our time in Hell

Leave it all behind as our time in Hell


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