FORGOTTEN YEARS    (intro)    (sample)

 

     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 !

 

(capo 2nd)                

 

    (Midnight Oil)