Floating down
through the clouds
Memories come rushing
up to meet me now
But in the space
between the heavens
and the corner of
some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Good bye macs
Good bye Ma
After the service
when you're walking
slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair
shines in
the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk
in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise
to meet the comfort
of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle
safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no one
ever disappears
You never hear their standard
issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both
sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes
in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse
to the law
And no one kills
the children anymore
And no one kills
the children anymore
Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of
some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off
his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed
