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 boys 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 am your brother!"

Now whilst he kept on talking

In his left pocket layed 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 an eagle with 54 stars

And maybe he's gone he's gone wondering

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 don't you judge Winston Boy

Don't you ever judge Winston boy

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 of

I will surely survive

He shares his story with a cup of tea 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!