When I was young, I joined the march
And sang The Long Way Down
There's photos of me carrying
My banner in to town
And though it was a lonely path
The bomb we had to ban
I had a dream, I wanted one
I didn't give a damn
I met the girl who's with me still
One festival in spring
We loved the tunes we loved the words
We loved to stand and sing
We followed Bob, we followed Paul
We followed with a pram
The times they were a changin’
And we didn't give a damn
Then somewhere in the seventies
The time just passed us by
We voted left, but shifted right
And Bob found God on high
The mortgage and the office
And the rush hour traffic jam
With our son in the air cadets
We didn't give a damn
The eighties, God bless Maggie
Well the eighties they were fine
We re-discovered Paul
And saw the unions brought in line
The British won the Falklands war
Who needed Uncle Sam?
We waved our flags and cheered our lads
And didn't give a damn
I'm sixty now, and so's the wife
Our son was in the RAF
A fine job for a fine young man
One day he'd make the staff
He flew his fighter low and fast
His guns went bam,bam, bam
Christ, we were proud he was our son
And didn't give a damn
Then came that bloody madman
The fool they call Hussein
To think that he would call our bluff
The man was just insane
And our lad he went after him
Said ‘don't you worry, Mam’
And in that desert he went down
And now who gives a damn?
When I was young, I joined the march
And sang The Long Way Down
There's photos of me carrying
My banner in to town
But somewhere down that lonely path
From then, to who I am
I lost my dream, I lost my son
Too late to give a damn