Boomer’s Bones

These old bones have marched

To Birmingham Back in 1964

These old bones have been to Vietnam

And had their taste of war

These old bones have gone to Woodstock

Heard the Dead but missed the Stones

These old bones … These old bones

These old bones

These old bones have felt the burning

In the fires of ‘68

These old bones have joined the Peace Corps

And they’ve cried for JFK

These old bones have planted seeds of hope

Where hope was never known

These old bones … These old bones

These old bones

All my brothers and my sisters

We were born to change the world

Children of the sixties

Don’t believe in getting old

No time to rest still got our best

All that wisdom to be shared

‘Cause the world has gone to hell again

And it needs a boomer’s care

These old bones have marched for justice

Struggled hard against the stream

These old bones have cried for freedom

Like that preacher with his dream

These old bones they have been broken

But they’ve healed and carried on

These old bones … These old bones

These old bones

These old bones have danced on Bandstand

Watched the Beatles on TV

These old bones have taught the world to sing

In perfect harmony

These old bones have seen the risin’

‘Gainst the tyrants on their thrones

These old bones … These old bones

These old bones

All my brothers and my sisters

We were born to change the world

Children of the sixties

Don’t believe in getting old

No time to rest still got our best

All that wisdom to be shared

‘Cause the world has gone to hell again

And it needs a boomer’s care

And when they lay these bones to rest

Brothers, sisters we’ve been blessed

Let the world sing out the truth

That these old bones, they’ve done their best

These old bones… These old bones

These old bones

© William Valenti