Stories of War

My grandfather told me Stories of war He spoke of the Russians Who broke down his door To murder his parents In front of his eyes He escaped with a bullet And a weight on his mind Found by the Germans In Poland he stayed He stood near the border And thought of his home in Ukraine After his voice dropped To the front he did march To fight for a facist He never did ask The winter was colder than cold Like he always knew And he told the Germans Get ready to lose As men became statues Of ice by the lake He sat smoking dry leaves And thought of his home in Ukraine After the war he Was laughing alone You can go west son Or you can go home He looked at the union And said "I think I'm alright" And he headed to Norwich With hope in his eyes The war wounded Jester Made the most of his pain He drank whiskey in England And he thought of his home in Ukraine An Italian women Soon stole his heart She was running just like him Waiting to start Soon to be married In a Hammersmith home They gave birth to Maria And soon watched her grow With pride in our hearts We all took his name And with a stiff upper lip We think of our home in Ukraine In 2012 his heart had grown weak In a hospital wing, we Would sit there and speak I said to my grandad I'm learning to sing Do you remember the answer Is blowing in the wind As we sang the chorus On our final day I'll always wonder If he thought of his home in Ukraine