Paroles de Chin Music

A soldier boy and his violin Uneasy wartime ballet Omaha Beach Normandy on D-Day As his fellow man lay dying And crimson tide colored the shore Sons cried for their mothers Bitter pill of war He strikes the strings His heart is on parade Knows one day he'll be gone But his melody will stay A teenage boy in his attic Finds a case tattered and torn His father's violin Companion through the war He dusts off the fiddle And raises up to his chin What the old leave behind And what the young begin