I am just a small town boy. But don't hold that against me. Mum's a lawyer, Dad's got a bank. But really I'm OK. Should I stop or should I go. I'm full of indecision.
Free as the wind. Tall as a tree. Wide as a mind. Deep as a sea. You crawled on my land. Now I grow in your hand. . Always like the first time. Unlike the others.
Here we are. Alive and free. Far away in time from our darkest day. That took our young and brave. . From the cradle to the grave. 70 years ago on July one 1916 on the Somme.