Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down The Line (Mana's Song), artist - Horrorshow.
Date of issue: 01.08.2013
Song language: English
Down The Line (Mana's Song) |
And I can’t tell this story from the start |
Its origins have been lost, forgotten to the halls of the past |
But let’s begin on the golden plains of Halls Creek |
With a boy named Ross living on a farm |
The second of five kids, who shared a surname that dated back |
Two generations to a migrant who’d changed it to Smith |
Nice and plain, he wanted to fit in |
At a time when people might not take too kindly to the likes of him |
Now they spent their days herding cattle on the station |
Tough times, depression era, rural isolation |
A simple life, they’d gather by the piano at night |
With poems by Banjo for entertainment |
But that all changed in '39 |
With his slouch hat, he shipped off for the front line |
Fought in trenches and saw men slain |
From the jungles of Borneo to the desert of El Alamein |
On his way home, he met a lovely nurse |
Decided he would make her the offer that she deserved |
Got down on one knee and asked her to take his hand |
And it wasn’t too long before they were making plans |
Gave me my voice |
To sing refrain |
You’ve felt it all |
Hunger to a war of pain |
You gave me fire |
To build my path |
Each stepping stone |
A lesson from your winding past |
And as I stand |
My outstretched hand |
Reaches for you |
To show my gratitude |
A presence from |
Before my time |
Traces that I’m |
Bound to carry down the line |
Fast forward, now the boy’s a man with children of his own |
Colts roaming on the farmstead that they call home |
Days turned to years |
As the steam rose from the puffing billy and weathered hands worked the shears |
Through flood and drought he kept food in the family’s mouths |
His four kids getting taller now |
Each climbed to the top of that old pine tree |
Just to make believe they could see all the way to Sydney |
The second son watched the setting sun through his window |
With dreams of making his home in the big smoke |
So he finished school and headed to university |
Determined he would be the one to get the family’s first degree |
One of the lucky ones, his birthday missed the draft |
As his friends headed off to Vietnam |
Horror on the evening news on the TV set |
Made him join the march in the streets in protest |
Between studying and going to home to work every summer |
He met a pretty girl and fell in love |
Put a ring on the finger of his beauty, they had two sons |
The youngest was none other than yours truly |
So here I stand, the grandson of a drover |
A strong man who sang songs watching over his land |
So I know where I get the damn nerve from |
To step up on the stage and make the people throw their hands |
Flipping through these old photographs |
All the poems he’d recite and the notes he sang |
Flashed before my eyes as he lay |
With the family gathered round his bed on that ANZAC day |
And the last post played on the TV |
In the hallway as he passed away |
And I said to myself that I wasn’t gonna cry |
As the tears rolled down my face, I stood by and watched |
It unwind following the bloodline |
As the life flowed out his veins |
But he remains, every time that I speak my rhyme |
He lives on in what I leave behind, another down the line |
It’s that beautiful but tragic fate, that awaits us all |
Sure as the seed grows to the tree its leaves will fall |
We free fall into blackness |
Till we’re nothing more than just a memory to be recalled |
What we wouldn’t give for a minute just to sit and chat |
But nothing we can wish is ever gonna bring 'em back |
Though we can’t press rewind |
They live on in what we leave behind, another down the line |
Gave me my voice |
To sing refrain |
You’ve felt it all |
Hunger to a war of pain |
You gave me fire |
To build my path |
Each stepping stone |
A lesson from your winding past |
And as I stand |
My outstretched hand |
Reaches for you |
To show my gratitude |
A presence from |
Before my time |
Traces that I’m |
Bound to carry down the line |
And another one falls and another one’s born |
It’s another one down the line |
And another’s gone and another lives on |
It’s another one down the line |
And another one falls and another one’s born |
It’s another one down the line |
Though we can’t press rewind |
They live on in what we leave behind, another down the line |
I just felt that he had something that was just strong, a strong person, |
and whether he was right or wrong strong ideas we’d get along |