Track byRichard Hickox
The seed on the ground is in just the right place To feed off the goodness and grow up with grace There's nothing to hinder his progress in life except us Now the boy is a soldier with iron and tin He chops off their heads with a smile and a grin He'll never be sorry, he'll never be told what to do He'll father his own in his own very way He'll think of what he must pass on that day The anger, the patience are all thrown away in the end