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To have served in that terrible war
In 68 we were very young men
Forty years on, were together again
For we are the lucky ones, how fortunate are we.
We are much older now, but little has changed
The Mateship and friendships, that last for life
Always to lend a hand to a Mate in strife
For we are the lucky ones, how fortunate are we.
We came from that war, scarred young men
Vowed and declared, no never again
Were all to old now to go to war
For we are the lucky ones, how fortunate are we.
Families and Mateship is high on our agenda
Wives, Kids and grandkids are our crutch
To give us support that we cherish so much
For we are the lucky ones, how fortunate are we.
In the autumn of our most fortunate life
We will always remember our times of trouble and strife
Bolder then and fancy free, young at heart as will always be
For we are the fortunate ones, all my mates and me.
Now in later years they continue to serve
Dedicated young men, in the fight of their life
Little has changed, we will remember them when
For we are the Lucky ones, how fortunate were we.
Sung to the words of "It was a very Good Year" |
