Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great fallen in 1916 I hope you died well And I hope you died clean Oh young Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined Although you died back in 1916 In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed then forever behind a glass pane In an old photograph torn, battered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? The sun now shines o'er these green fields of France There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance And look how the sun shines from under the clouds There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man To a whole generation that were butchered and damned Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? Now young Willy McBride I cant help but wonder why Do those who lie here know why did they die? Did they believe when they answered the cause? Did they really believe that this war would end wars? For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame The killing and dying were all done in vain For young Willy McBride it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

Well how do you do, young Willy McBride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great fallen in nineteen-sixteen I hope you died well And I hope you died clean Oh young Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene? () Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? Did you leave here a wife or a sweetheart behind? In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined? Although you died back in nineteen-sixteen In that faithful heart, are you forever nineteen? Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed then forever behind a glass pane In an old photograph torn, battered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame? () The sun now shines o'er the green fields of France There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance And look how the sun shines from under the clouds There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no gun firing now But here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man To a whole generation that were butchered and damned () Now young Willy McBride, I can't help but wonder, why? Do those that lie here know why they died? And did they believe when they answered the call? Did they really believe that this war would end wars? For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame The killing and dying were all done in vain For young Willy McBride it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again

Save Save grace for a leap day No room for tears Outside this door Go Please daddy I'll show My friday night bruises I will fight this war Our heart feels like a foreign land A land that's safe from torment The promises of no man's land Will fill the sons and daughters Who fear to cross the borders The promises of no man's land And the heat is on The heat is on And the heat is on It's your cry don't waste it out Burn Go and watch me burn I'm full of fire I will return Our heart feels like a foreign land A land that's safe from torment The promises of no man's land Will fill the sons and daughters Who fear to cross the borders The promises of no man's land And the heat is on The heat is on And the heat is on It's your cry don't waste it out And the heat is on The heat is on And the heat is on It's your cry don't waste it out When the heat is on The heat is on It's your cry don't waste it out Stand the heat is on

All of my dreams seem to fall by the side Like a discarded thought or the day's fading light But I know that if I could just see you tonight Forever At times we may fall, like we all tend to do But I'll reach out and find that I've run into you Your strength is the power that carried me through Forever Your kindness for weakness I never mistook I worried you often, yet you understood That life is so fleeting, these troubles won't last Forever You inspired me truly you did from the start To not be afraid and to follow my heart There's a piece of you with me they can't tear apart Forever At times we may fall, like we all tend to do but your strength is the power that carried me through Forever Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be Forever your power and strength stays with me Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be Forever your power and strength stays with me Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be Forever your power and strength stays with me Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be Forever your power and strength stays with me Forever Forever Forever Forever

When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us You can even shoot us Oh, the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton

May the road rise to meet you May the wind be at your back Yeah, that's what dear old dad would say Remember your old man When you've finally had your moment Should fame and fortune come your way I wouldn't trade your wisdom, dad I thank you for your time You said "Son, keep on working 'til the stars one day align" But maybe luck don't seem to shine On stubborn fools like me and you Make the most of what they give you To yourself you must be true To yourself you must be true And we'll live To fight another day If things don't always go our way And we'll live To fight another day That's what my old man would say May the spirits all be with you May the Devil turn his back When the day is at its darkest and anxiety attacks Call on me to see you through it Call on me to be your guide I'll be there, son, when you need me I'll be standing by your side I'll be standing by your side And we'll live To fight another day Things don't always go our way And we'll live To fight another day Yeah, that's what my old man would say My hero, my heart My hero, my heart My hero, my heart My hero, my heart To yourself you must be true To yourself you must be true And we'll live To fight another day If things don't always go our way And we'll live To fight another day That's what my old man would say My hero My hero