I was thinking late last night,
Have we forgot the meaning of sacrifice?
My grandparents’ generation well they didn’t think twice,
I wonder if it’d be the same these days.

Grandad had just fifteen years,
When he left me in my playroom ? without shedding a tear,
To fight Franco’s army with the other volunteers,
Could have been a thousand years ago.

I can’t imagine what he’d seen,
A catalogue of violence by the age of eighteen,
Things we’d only experience on the T.V. screen,
I don’t know if I could cope with that.

Two years later tired and sore,
He returned to a country on the brink of war,
He began to fight for something that’s worth fighting for,
Well they wouldn’t know a thing about that.

I was thinking late last night,
Have we forgot the meaning of sacrifice?
My grandparents’ generation well they didn’t think twice,
I don’t think it’d be the same these days.