MY UNCLE TONY'S SONG
Nov 7, 2011 15:05:45 GMT
Post by mitton on Nov 7, 2011 15:05:45 GMT
MY UNCLE TONY’S SONG
Sometime's on the evening air
I think I hear your song
but only if the wind is right
and the pine scent is in my nostrils
Then I wonder, were you lonely,
were you frightened by it all.
Or was the reason you were there
enough to keep you warm.
Were you there for king and country
or for Salford, your family and pals
How unselfish, how courageous
the same commitment and
in the end the same sacrifice.
They say I have your smile
and that I have your ways,
I only have their word,
You were killed 37 years
before I was born
The rough soil of the Somme
holds the truth of it.
Yet at times in a warm breeze
coming from the south
I hear a hint of your song
I've felt it all my life
but I didn't recognise
the real truth of it
until the day I lay cold
at the bottom of a trench,
a wet, tired and scared
young homesick soldier
and your song came to warm me.
One day Uncle Tony, perhaps
the same wind will carry
both your song and mine.
Sometime's on the evening air
I think I hear your song
but only if the wind is right
and the pine scent is in my nostrils
Then I wonder, were you lonely,
were you frightened by it all.
Or was the reason you were there
enough to keep you warm.
Were you there for king and country
or for Salford, your family and pals
How unselfish, how courageous
the same commitment and
in the end the same sacrifice.
They say I have your smile
and that I have your ways,
I only have their word,
You were killed 37 years
before I was born
The rough soil of the Somme
holds the truth of it.
Yet at times in a warm breeze
coming from the south
I hear a hint of your song
I've felt it all my life
but I didn't recognise
the real truth of it
until the day I lay cold
at the bottom of a trench,
a wet, tired and scared
young homesick soldier
and your song came to warm me.
One day Uncle Tony, perhaps
the same wind will carry
both your song and mine.
