Jonathan Quarmby - Winston Churchill's Boy lyrics

Never in the field of human affection Had so much been given for so few attention Never in the field of human affection Had so much been given for so few attention Winston boy Oh! There he is Packing, quietly Alone You could mistake a clock ticking For a cricket cricketing when you're around him But I swear! Nobody knows, nobody knows what's on this boys mind And nobody sees, nobody sees what he's been picturing "We all make a living by what we get But we make life by what we give, by what we give But in some special circumstances This special circumstance Winston Boy will have to earn a living Before he earns enough living to give" "Where is your family? Where are your loved ones?" Someone uttered Whilst he went on crossing the channel "Well, they say no man can be a prophet In his own country, so I left, here I am Come on embrace me, hold me! I am your brother!" Now whilst he kept on talking In his left pocket layed the prose of the magnificent Orwell His right hand embraced a battered Guitar borrowed "Borrowed from me!" Come to think about it, I think a few years ago I heard him talk about how God blessed an eagle with 54 stars And maybe he's gone he's gone wondering Looking for his kind of star But even stars If we think about it, even beautiful stars They tend to shoot through the night And you never find them again! Never and never and never again! And so don't you judge Winston Boy Don't you ever judge Winston boy One day this boy might be the man Though clearly nobody knows when or how One day this boy will stand in front of a pulpit As the world gives him but a minute And there he will tell the world Where he's been and how Underground to upper ground in the depths of I will surely survive He shares his story with a cup of tea streaming from his eyes One day this boy will be fine One day this boy will be fine Better watch out now, that day might be today!