MM284 Patriotic

In the news it said the waters will subside.
We saw the pages full of faces with no names.
In a doorway, see the remnants of an age,
Their ragged souls tired out of playing in our games.
Wrong or right,
In black and white,
We see their plight.
We who stand and wait still serve,
On us you can rely.
We are the blind, we are the dumb,
And in our hundreds we will come.
Though we'll never say a word,
Like patriots we'll die.
Bless the hero in his death so glorious
And those who honoured him and took him to his grave.
Yet there is no glory road that's long enough
To take the millions, unknown to us, unsaved.
Wrong or right.
In black and white,
We see their flight.
We who stand and wait still serve.
On us you can rely.
We are the blind, we are the dumb,
And in our hundreds we will come.
Though we'll never say a word,
Like patriots we'll die.

Stuart J. Wolstenholme


ORIGIONAL RECORDING 1979