What are your favorite song lyrics?
This song was banned by the BBC for many years. It's all about a Brit soldier stationed in Ireland and seems to have a remarkable presence even now.
THE SOLDIER”(Wrote & sung by Harvey Andrews)
In a station in the city, a British soldier stood,
Talking to the people there, if the people would,
Some just stared in hatred and others turned in pain,
And the lonely British soldier wished he were back home again,
Come join the British army! Said the posters in his town,
See the world and have your fun, come serve before the Crown,
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole,
So he took his country’s shilling and enlisted on the role,
For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost,
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed,
Then leave a man experienced a man, who’s made the grade,
A medal and a pension – some memories and a trade,
Then came the call to Ireland, as the call had come before,
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war,
The priests they stood on both sides, the priests they stood behind,
Another fight in Jesus’ name the blind against the blind,
The soldier stood between them, between the whistling stones,
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands, the nails that pieced his skin,
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin,
The station filled with people, the soldier soon was bored,
But better in the station than where the people warred,
The room filled up with mothers, with daughters and with sons,
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his guns!
A yell of fear, a screech of brakes, the shattering of glass,
The window of the station broke to let the package pass,
A scream came from the mothers, as they ran towards the door,
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor,
The soldier stood and could not move, his gun he could not use,
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse,
He could not run and pick it up and throw it in the street,
There were far too many people there, to many running feet,
Take cover! Yelled the soldier, take cover for your lives,
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives,
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear,
For God’s sake save our children or they’ll end - their short lives here,
The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone,
Why was this his battle God! Why was he alone!
He lay down on the package and murmured one farewell,
To those at home in England, to those he loved so well,
He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow,
The young girls in the city park, how precious were they now,
The soaring of the swallow, the beauty of the swan,
The music of the turning earth – so soon would it be gone,
A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake,
The soldier blown across the floor, his blood a crimson lake,
They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan,
And they turned their children’s faces, from the blood and from the bones,
The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came,
To carry off the body of a pawn lost to the game,
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and sang their rebel songs,
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong,
And will the children growing up learn at their mothers’ knee,
The story of the soldier, who bought their liberty,
Who used his youthful body as a means towards the end!
Who gave his life to those, who called him murderer, and not friend!
Bob Segar .........." Against the Wind"
The years rolled slowly passed, and I found myself alone, surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, found myself further and further from my home, and I guess I lost my way,,,,,,,rode so many roads, i was living to run and running to live , never worried about the pain or even how much I owed....
I began to find myself searching searching for shelter again and again, against the wind, I found myself seeking shelter against the wind............
I'm still running against the wind, I'm older now , but still running against the wind.