Stories Of War
My grandfather told me
Stories of war
He spoke of the Russians
Who broke down his door
To murder his parents
In front of his eyes
He escaped with a bullet
And a weight on his mind
Found by the Germans
In Poland he stayed
He stood near the border
And thought of his home in Ukraine
After his voice dropped
To the front he did march
To fight for a facist
He never did ask
The winter was colder than cold
Like he always knew
And he told the Germans
Get ready to lose
As men became statues
Of ice by the lake
He sat smoking dry leaves
And thought of his home in Ukraine
After the war he
Was laughing alone
You can go west son
Or you can go home
He looked at the union
And said "I think I'm alright"
And he headed to Norwich
With hope in his eyes
The war wounded Jester
Made the most of his pain
He drank whiskey in England
And he thought of his home in Ukraine
An Italian women
Soon stole his heart
She was running just like him
Waiting to start
Soon to be married
In a Hammersmith home
They gave birth to Maria
And soon watched her grow
With pride in our hearts
We all took his name
And with a stiff upper lip
We think of our home in Ukraine
In 2012 his heart had grown weak
In a hospital wing, we
Would sit there and speak
I said to my grandad
I'm learning to sing
Do you remember the answer
Is blowing in the wind
As we sang the chorus
On our final day
I'll always wonder
If he thought of his home in Ukraine
Stories of war
He spoke of the Russians
Who broke down his door
To murder his parents
In front of his eyes
He escaped with a bullet
And a weight on his mind
Found by the Germans
In Poland he stayed
He stood near the border
And thought of his home in Ukraine
After his voice dropped
To the front he did march
To fight for a facist
He never did ask
The winter was colder than cold
Like he always knew
And he told the Germans
Get ready to lose
As men became statues
Of ice by the lake
He sat smoking dry leaves
And thought of his home in Ukraine
After the war he
Was laughing alone
You can go west son
Or you can go home
He looked at the union
And said "I think I'm alright"
And he headed to Norwich
With hope in his eyes
The war wounded Jester
Made the most of his pain
He drank whiskey in England
And he thought of his home in Ukraine
An Italian women
Soon stole his heart
She was running just like him
Waiting to start
Soon to be married
In a Hammersmith home
They gave birth to Maria
And soon watched her grow
With pride in our hearts
We all took his name
And with a stiff upper lip
We think of our home in Ukraine
In 2012 his heart had grown weak
In a hospital wing, we
Would sit there and speak
I said to my grandad
I'm learning to sing
Do you remember the answer
Is blowing in the wind
As we sang the chorus
On our final day
I'll always wonder
If he thought of his home in Ukraine
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Ostrowsky Thomas
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