Way Back Home

I was just a little boy without care I remember looking up and seeing you there I never wandered too far from your sight Cause all the love I needed was there in your eyes We grew up in a war zone city with a cast iron wind Broken lives, darken streets, and twisted steel But around our house the sky seems so blue And on a wing and prayer we just muddled through And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face In that good-old-fashion British way with pride and faultless grace I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I shall live And I'll always find my way back, always find my way back home Tell me why in wars that made our family strong As our defiant little Island weathered the storm There's never seemed enough on my plate You said: "Be grateful, say grace, don't complain." How can I ever thank you for the lessons that I've learnt And the precious warmth and comfort that I've felt at every turn And the roses sacrifice their lives for freedom and for peace I will always find my way back, always find my way back home I'll give you stories, operation burning skies And our Nation with its back against the wall Like a wide-eyed schoolboy I hang on with the war Stories I was too young to recall And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face In that good-old-fashion British way with pride and faultless grace I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I should live And I'll always find my way back, always find my way And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face In that good-old-fashion British way with pride and faultless grace I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I should live And I'll always find my way back, always find my way back home