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Rod Stewart

Way Back Home

 

Way Back Home

(album: Another Country - 2015)


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-torn zone city with a cast iron wind
Broken lives, darkened streets and twisted steel
But around our house, the sky seemed 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 what is was 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 learned
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 hear your stories, operation burning skies
And a nation with its back against the wall
Like a wild-eyed school boy, I hang on every word
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 shall live
And I'll always find my way back, always find my way back

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

We fight on the beaches
We fight on the landing grounds
We fight in the fields and in the streets
We fight in the hills, we shall never surrender

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