Winston Churchill's Boy

Never in the field of human affection

Had so much been given for so few attention

Never in the field of human affection

Had so much been given for so few attention

Winston boy, oh, there he is

Packing quietly alone

You could mistake a clock ticking

For a cricket cricketing when you're around him

But I swear nobody knows

Nobody knows what's on this boy's mind

And nobody sees

Nobody sees what he's been picturing

We all make a living by what we get

But we make life by what we give, by what we give

But in some special circumstances

This special circumstance

Winston boy will have to earn a living

Before he earns enough living to give

Where is your family?

Where are your loved ones?

Someone uttered, whilst he went on crossing the channel

Well, they say no man can be a prophet in his own country

So I left, here I am, come on embrace me, hold me, I'm your brother

Now whilst he kept on talking in his left pocket

Laid the prose of the magnificent Orwell

His right hand embraced a battered guitar borrowed

Borrowed from me, come to think about it

I think a few years ago I heard him talk about

How God blessed and eagle with fifty four stars

And maybe he's gone, he's gone wandering, looking for his kind of star

But even stars, if we think about it, even beautiful stars

They tend to shoot through the night

And you never find them again

Never and never and never again

And so you don't judge Winston boy

Don't you ever judge Winston boy

'Cause one day this boy might be the man

Though clearly nobody knows when or how

One day this boy will stand in front of a pulpit

As the world gives him but a minute

And there he will tell the world where he's been and how

Underground to upper ground in the depths I will surely survive

He shares his story with a cup of tears streaming from his eyes

One day this boy will be fine

One day this boy will be fine

Better watch out now, that day might be today