The Last Frontier

No peace on Earth yet before the dawn

One hundred priests say a prayer

In expectation, they stand withdrawn

And all their promises laid bare

Now on a Monday, bright early morning

They run for the only train

Then every bell that ever rang

On England’s warm sunny days

And every bird that ever sang

And every brass band that played

The sound of kids on village greens

The giant horse caravan

The market stalls and steam machines

Would stir the heart of every man

Between the pages wild flowers were pressed

Until one day they’d be found

No explanation, they’d all been blessed

And then it all came around

Time and the jealous eyes will be looking

Back to a better place

When every door’s laid open wide

It’s not so rich but it’s true

That anyone can step inside

It’s been so long overdue

This fairytale will draw you near

And give you back the age of man

A shining star, the last frontier

Will take you back where you began

Going somewhere

I’ll keep waiting so long

Then every bell that ever rang

On England’s warm sunny days

And every bird that ever sang

And every brass band that played

The sound of kids on village greens

The giant horse caravan

The market stalls and steam machines

Would stir the heart of every man