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Veterans Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Wilkie
Language: English
Length: 4:23
Written by: Chris Wilkie




Chris Wilkie - Veterans Lyrics




Well I never met my grandad
I heard he died in the second war
I don't believe he was a hero
At least he ain't one anymore any more

And I had an in-law uncle
Who told me tales of gallantry
Sober stories of his good friends
Whose spirits lay beneath the dirt and haunt in graves across the sea

I reach out my hands but I can't touch them
I reach out my hands and clasp the air
I reach out my hands
To touch the shadows I've never met

Well a short walk from the boardroom
A faded picture on the wall
Crying out to be remembered
For reasons why I don't recall I don't recall

Now I know an old man sailor
Who fled the war in forty-three
Sharing memories of the mountains
And fellow patriots who sought to find a land they could be free

I reach out my hands but I can't touch them
I reach out my hands and clasp the air
I reach out my hands
To touch the shadows I've never met

I reach out my hands but I can't touch them
I reach out my hands and clasp the air
I reach out my hands
To touch the shadows I've never met
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English

Well I never met my grandad
I heard he died in the second war
I don't believe he was a hero
At least he ain't one anymore any more

And I had an in-law uncle
Who told me tales of gallantry
Sober stories of his good friends
Whose spirits lay beneath the dirt and haunt in graves across the sea

I reach out my hands but I can't touch them
I reach out my hands and clasp the air
I reach out my hands
To touch the shadows I've never met

Well a short walk from the boardroom
A faded picture on the wall
Crying out to be remembered
For reasons why I don't recall I don't recall

Now I know an old man sailor
Who fled the war in forty-three
Sharing memories of the mountains
And fellow patriots who sought to find a land they could be free

I reach out my hands but I can't touch them
I reach out my hands and clasp the air
I reach out my hands
To touch the shadows I've never met

I reach out my hands but I can't touch them
I reach out my hands and clasp the air
I reach out my hands
To touch the shadows I've never met
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Writer: Chris Wilkie
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