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He sat at the dining room table drinking scotch where he held Court
The talk would turn to stories of the prison camps and war
He had a faraway look
As he stepped into to the past
We wanted to know our father
But were afraid to ask
Stories of the war
Lightning in the sky
Blitzkrieg bombs rained down
No rhyme or reason why
A madman duped the people
He’d make a master race
But he needed a scapegoat
A people he could blame
On future generations, the scars of war were stamped
The heavy weight of man’s inhumanity to man
Oh Lord we pray one day, the horror of war will cease
And there will be a generation that only knows of peace
Daddy was a young man
Polio made him lame
When the Nazis took his land
He knew he must escape
So through the Pyrenees to France he tried to make his way
But he was captured there; in a prison camp he was placed
When the war was over, to America he arrived
Had twins, then three more babies with his beautiful wife
And we loved our daddy but underneath his smile
We saw there was a burden, he carried his whole life
Screams through the silence in the middle of the night
Our mother said, “Go back to sleep everything‘s all right;
Daddy just had a nightmare; It’s okay don’t be scared.”
And we cuddled together and said a silent prayer
On future generations, the scars of war were stamped
The heavy weight of man’s inhumanity to man
Oh Lord we pray one day, the horror of war will cease
And there will be a generation that only knows of peace
