Snelsmore Wood Lyrics - New Model Army

I woke still half-dreaming I was falling out of the trees 

and tumbling down into the sky 

It's cold, so cold sometime before dawn 

searching for a light and reaching round for my clothes 

That we believe, so must call, rise 

The convoys roll into the coming daylight 

Let it not be said that everything must die 

without some mark being made of its passing 

Chorus: 

As if all the world should now hold its breath 

These are the days that we'll recall 

when the masks are off the faces 

and there's something to fight for 

All the lines drawn down in the Soul 

You can let your anger burn crazy 

There's talking-drums echoed down towards the Kennet Canal 

and wood-smoke sweet on the air 

And the Yellow Jackets stand with the Thick Blue Line 

backs to the woods in the fresh thin carpet of snow 

Snelsmore Wood, The Chase, Enbourne Road 

Reddings Copse, Tothill down through Andover Grove 

Let it not be said that everything must die 

without some mark being made of its passing 

Chorus: 

As if all the world should now hold its breath . . .