rod stewart
way back home
I was just a little boy without care I remember looking up and seeing you there I never wandered too far from your sight 'Cause all the love I needed was there in your eyes  We grew up in a war zone city with a cast iron wind Broken lives, darken streets, and twisted steel But around our house the sky seems so blue And on a wing and prayer we just muddled through  And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face In that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I shall live And I'll always find my way back, always find my way back home  Tell me why in wars that made our family strong As our defiant little island weathered the storm There never seemed enough on my plate You said be grateful, say grace, don't complain  How can I ever thank you for the lessons that I've learnt And the precious warmth and comfort that I've felt at every turn And the roses sacrifice their lives for freedom and for peace I will always find my way back, always find my way back home  I'll give you stories, operation burning skies And our nation with its back against the wall Like a wide-eyed school boy I hang on with the record Stories I was too young to recall  And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face In that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I should live And I'll always find my way back, always find my way  And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face In that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I should live And I'll always find my way back, always find my way back home  We shall fight on the beaches We shall fight on the landing grounds We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets We shall fight in the hills, we shall never surrender