Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Green And Grey, artist - New Model Army. Album song New Model Army Live at Maxwell's 03/11/2005, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.03.2005
Record label: Re:Live
Song language: English
Green And Grey |
The time I think most clearly |
The time I drift away |
Is on the bus ride |
That meanders |
Up these valleys of green and grey |
I get to think about what might have been |
And what may yet come true |
And I get to pass the rainy mile |
Thinking of you |
And all the while, all the while |
I still hear that call |
To the land of gold and poison |
That beckons to us all |
Nothing changes here very much |
You used to say it never will |
The pubs are all full on Friday nights |
And things get started still |
We spent hours last week with Billy-Boy |
Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty |
Staring at those posters we used to laugh at |
Never-never land, palm trees by the sea |
Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad |
When all they had to do was knock him down |
But no one asks too many questions like that anymore |
Since you left this town |
And tomorrow brings another train |
Another young brave steals away |
But you’re the one I remembe |
From these valleys of the green and the grey |
You used to talk about winners and losers all the time |
As if that was all there was |
As if we were not of the same blood family |
As if we lived by different laws |
Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills |
Than you owe to your good self? |
Is it true that the world has always got to be something |
That seems to happen somewhere else? |
For God’s sake |
Don’t you realize |
That I still hear that call? |
Do you think you’re so brave |
Just to go running |
To that which beckons to us all? |
And tomorrow brings another train |
Another young brave steals away |
But you’re the one I remember |
From these valleys of the green and the grey |
No, not for one second |
Did you look behind you |
As you were walking away |
Never once did you wish any of us well |
Those who had chosen to stay |
And if that’s what it takes to make it |
In the place where you live today |
Then I guess you’ll never read one of these letters that I sent |
From these valleys of the green and the grey |