Paroles de Many Happy Returns

Upon an isle Of no escape A carefree smile Leaves mouths agape Tactless deception and poor form By a number they call 1 A free man weathers every storm To bask again in British Sun (Right now you’re quite unsure if I am friend or foe I assure you that I know, I know) To think of numbers big or small In hell makes no difference at all Still tides of heroes rise and fall Dreams of fortune, dreams of flight Dreams of ships sailed in the night We live, we fight To think of numbers big or small In hell makes no difference at all Still tides of heroes rise and fall Dreams of fortune, dreams of flight Dreams of flags raised in the night We live, we fight We live, we fight