Forgotten Hero - The 4-Skins

This old man with a missing left leg

All he owns are the medals on his chest

A wave to the door man and a nod to me

A pint of ale is his only request

His only honour is his favourite chair

Stranger walks in OI!

you can’t sit there

Gone are the days he fought for us

Poor old man no wonder he cuss

Tails of death and running blood

He will tell you for a drink

He will tell you all about his best friends that died

It certainly makes you think

His home is a basement just a dirty old room

His only companion is his dog

Scruffy as the man living in gloom

His heat is just an occasional log

Who will mourn and cry for him

When he goes to meet his god?

Who will think of the deed he done

And who will think of the war’s he won?