A toast to the last of a dying breed. They're crawling back to bed. They're falling back to sleep. . A chill touches the base of your neck. Who'd call by at this hour?.
All the boys who called their mothers on that day. Were no tough bunch but they had the nerves to go and say. That all your secrets were drowned. . With the pioneers who were flooded from this town.
The harrowing adventures of. You and I when we were captains of. Submarines made of steel. . Discovering the seven seas. Fending off the giants of the deep.