The Gunner's Dream
Floating down through the cloudsMemories come rushing up to meet me now.But in the space between the heavensand the corner of some foreign fieldI had a dream.I had a dream.
Good-bye Max.Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the carAnd the silver in her hair shines in the cold November airYou hear the tolling bellAnd touch the silk in your lapelAnd as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the bandYou take her frail handAnd hold on to the dream…!
A place to stay("O! A real one...")Enough to eat…
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the streetWhere you can speak out loudAbout your doubts and fearsAnd what's more no-one ever disappearsYou never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.You can relax on both sides of the tracksAnd maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote controlAnd everyone has recourse to the lawAnd no-one kills the children anymore.And no one kills the children anymore.
Night after nightGoing round and round my brainhis dream is driving me insane….!
In the corner of some foreign fieldThe gunner sleeps tonight.What's done is done.We cannot just write off his final scene.Take heed of his dream.Take heed.