"My Dad's Dad"
Music: Michael Goldberg
Lyrics: Mark Montavani


(1st verse)
Nineteen forty-two
My dad's dad's twenty-three
World consumed with war
Blitzkrieg in the West, and
Bombers in the East

And the Nation gave its call.
Boys from all the States
Uncle Sam
Wants you to put
Your lives on hold to fight--
Your life on hold to fight.

You did. You did. You did. To fight.

(2nd verse)
He left his home behind.
There were kisses all around
He overlooked the tears,
Ignored all the fears, and
He was proud to do his part.

And he hoped that he'd be brave,
When he saw the fight
Believed
In the cause
He was hoping right makes might
Hoping right makes might.

It did.

MARCHING

Landing, Fighting, Marching, Tiring,
Hoping, Praying, Hurting, Straining,
Firing, Caring, Killing, Living,
Dying, Aching, Striving, Winning.


Fighting, Marching, Tiring, Hoping,
Praying, Hurting, Straining, Firing,
Caring, Killing, Living, Dying,
Through France, and On.

(3rd verse)
And as the War dragged on,
He grew from a boy to a man,
But he was not
Alone, no not alone in growth.
For with its victory,
Our Nation came of age.

And in your later years,
He rarely talked of war,
Knowing that
The good he'd done
Was reward enough. It
Was reward enough.

(Lead singer overlays marching refrain sung by a group or background singers.)

Omaha BeachSurf turning redPushing forward
Knowing the odds
Allied foothold
Reinforcements
On to Vic'try
He's Coming Home!
He was Coming Home!Coming Home!Coming Home!
Hoping, Praying, Hurting, Straining,Firing, Caring, Killing, Living,Dying, Aching, Striving, Winning.Fighting, Marching, Tiring, Hoping,Praying, Hurting, Straining, Firing,Caring, Killing, Living, Dying,Through France, and On.

America, America, God shed His Grace on Thee!

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