| When I was born my grandfather held me in his warm hands
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| And it seems though his eyes are teary
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| But it’s hard to tell from an old photograph
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| While my brother and sister danced at the feet of his tired and weathered frame
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| He said there’s a light to this boy I’ve rarely seen
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| And there he gave me my name
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| Well my grandfather was a sniper
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| In the Red Army
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| He never knew brothers in arms from on both side stood enemy
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| Will the cold unbroken will to survive
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| His steady hand took care
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| And he drank just enough to keep himself warm
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| For he never spoke his true name
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| (Humming)
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| When I was a boy, the summers were out
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| He would take me down to the sea
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| And standing on the water edge
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| And watch me go crazy
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| As the gentle waves rolled in
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| Lookin' back I wonder how he must have felt
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| Watching me running so free
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| All the years in his life he wished he could forget
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| Did he look at the world through me?
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| (Humming)
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| When I was a man I flew across the Ocean
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| When I heard he needed care
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| I listened as he spoke of his turbulent life
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| From his ordinary chair
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| And he ended by saying
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| «Oh, I’ve had enough
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| The time has come for me to go
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| I have only one wish
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| That is left in me
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| To be taken peacefully»
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| (humming)
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| Just before I was due to marry
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| I heard he could not walk anymore
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| It was then he gave up fight
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| I had said goodbye
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| Almost one year before
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| And I’ll never forget something he told me
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| «Yes it’s a cruel world, but you must live without fear»
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| Well I sure do miss my grandfather
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| He’s the reason why I’m here
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| (Humming) |