What Are They Marching For

D D G A D HE STARES IN THE MIRROR, G A WIPES A TEAR FROM EACH EYE D THE YEARS HAVE PASSED G A SINCE THE DAY HIS BROTHER DIED G A ON THE SHORES OF GALLIPOLI D Bm HE WATCHED HIM SLIP AWAY G A D THAT'S WHY HE'S HERE TODAY D SHE STOOD IN THE DOORWAY, G A STARING OUT ACROSS THE PLAIN D SHE HEARD THE SOUND OF A TRAIN G A AND IT TAKES HER TO THAT DAY G A D Bm THEY BOMBED SINGAPORE AND TOOK THEM ALL AWAY G A D D THAT'S WHY SHE'S HERE TODAY G A THE CHILDREN IN THE STREET D ASK WHAT THEY'RE MARCHING FOR G A D A DIFFERENT STORY FOR EVERY KIND OF WAR G A FROM GALLIPOLI TO CHANGI, D Bm TO THE JUNGLES OF NUI DAT G A D WE MUST NEVER FORGET D D G A D D G A D THEY PLAY THE BUGLE, G A I SEE THE SADNESS IN THEIR EYES D G A I WATCH THE SUN RISE AND I FINALLY REALISE G A IT'S NOT ABOUT THE MEDALS OR D Bm THE POPPIES THAT WE BUY G A D D IT'S FOR THOSE WHO SACRIFICED AND DIED G A BUT THE CHILDREN IN THE STREET D ASK WHAT THEY'RE MARCHING FOR G A D A DIFFERENT STORY FOR EVERY KIND OF WAR G A FROM GALLIPOLI TO CHANGI, D Bm TO THE JUNGLES OF NUI DAT G A D WE MUST NEVER FORGET G A FROM GALLIPOLI TO CHANGI, D Bm Bm TO THE JUNGLES OF NUI DAT G A D WE MUST NEVER FORGET