Am C 1. Few of the sins of the father are visited upon the son, G hearts have been hard, D hands have been clenched into fists too long. Am C Our sons need never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns, G these are the years between, D these are the years that were hard fought and won. Am C Now, contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears, G seasons of war and grace, D they should not be forgotten years. Am Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics, G F how many dreams remain, this is a feeling too strong to contain. C Am The hardest years, the darkest years, F G the roarin' years, the fallen years. C - Am F G These should not be forgotten years. C Am The hardest years, the wildest years, F G the desperate and divided years F - C G G7 - Am (We will remember), these should not be forgotten years. Am C 2. Our shoreline was never invaded, our country was never in flames, G this is the calm we breathe, D this is the feeling to strong to contain. Am Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics, G signatures stained with tears. F G Who can remember? We've got to remember ! + CHORUS + Am ~ ~ + CHORUS C Am The blinded years, the binded years, F G the desperate and divided years. C - Am F G These should not be forgotten years Am C - F - G - Am Remember !