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I was just a little boy without careI remember looking up and seeing you thereI never wandered too far from your sight'Cause all the love I needed was there in your eyesWe grew up in a war zone city with a cast iron windBroken lives, darken streets, and twisted steelBut around our house the sky seems so blueAnd on a wing and prayer we just muddled throughAnd we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our faceIn that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless graceI shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I shall liveAnd I'll always find my way back, always find my way back homeTell me why in wars that made our family strongAs our defiant little island weathered the stormThere never seemed enough on my plateYou said be grateful, say grace, don't complainHow can I ever thank you for the lessons that I've learntAnd the precious warmth and comfort that I've felt at every turnAnd the roses sacrifice their lives for freedom and for peaceI will always find my way back, always find my way back homeI'll give you stories, operation burning skiesSongtexteAnd our nation with its back against the wallLike a wide-eyed school boy I hang on with the recordStories I was too young to recallAnd we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our faceIn that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless graceI shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I should liveAnd I'll always find my way back, always find my wayAnd we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our faceIn that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless graceI shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I should liveAnd I'll always find my way back, always find my way back homeWe shall fight on the beachesWe shall fight on the landing groundsWe shall fight in the fields, and in the streetsWe shall fight in the hills, we shall never surrender Aus Songtexte Mania