[bad word] they said to a promised land [bad word] and find us a helping hand  [bad word] back till the sun is gone  [bad word] back till the war is won 
We all set out with our hearts in hand 
cold wind covered up a line in the sand 
All so young 
Nothing to lose 
Pieces of silver and a dead mans shoes 
And oh do you know what I’m saying 
Strike a light to guide us 
Somewhere 
Tempest swells our worlds collide 
Arrows from above and the salt in our eyes 
Then as the sky began to [bad word] 
We all sought shelter from the breaking news 
Oh did I ever show you 
All the great memorials, all the factory floors 
And oh though you know I don’t know you 
Now that were here 
Let’s make them proud 
On and on and on and on and on and on we go 
Traipsing over bridges 
Over corpses down below 
And all the while we could have smiled 
For one thing on our minds 
The very thing you strive for 
Is the thing that makes you blind [bad word] they said to a promised land [bad word] and find us a helping hand  [bad word] back till the sun is gone  [bad word] back till the war is won 
Tempest high, stories tall 
Thought that we learnt nothing at all 
Then at last the day was saved 
With flowers borrowed from a dead friends grave 
And oh even still I don’t know you 
Maybe I’ll show you 
If you’ve eyes to see 
And so farewell 
And so farewell 
And so farewell 
And so farewell to it