The Crest Songtext

von The Men They Couldn't Hang

When your eyes behold this letter, Ill be deep within my grave
I've nothing left to give you, but for one last thing I've saved
In the corner of the cellar look inside the iron chest
Bearing seven silver medals there lies wrapped a wooden crest

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one

The name on the last medal is a man I never knew
Though I bore his name and nature and his conscience as I grew
When they shipped him back from Passchendaele it was raining in his head
Not caused by any bullet but by the faces of the dead

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one

When the boys came home from Dunkirk Beach, the crest came down to me
And I served as stretcher bearer up the back of Italy
But I didn't slow a bullet or blow any flesh apart
My medal was a red cross that was strapped across my heart

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one

Many decades later I have seen the bounty drop
We scattered those generations now we reap a ruined crop
The brains, the brawn, the beauty each in turn were sacrificed
And marked up with a plain cross like the suffering Jesus Christ

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver cases hammered on a wooden one

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one

I wish that I could give you something fine and something proud
A history of stuggle to emancipate the crowd
But all I give's a blessing take the shield down to the sea
Sacrifice tradition and save your family

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one