Way Back Home

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 zone city with a cast iron wind
 Broken lives, darken streets, and twisted steel
 But around our house the sky seems 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 why in wars 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 learnt
 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 give you stories, operation burning skies
 And our Nation with its back against the wall
 Like a wide-eyed schoolboy I hang on with the war
 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 should live
 And I'll always find my way back, always find my way
 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 should live
 And I'll always find my way back, always find my way back home