Lyrics:

I woke still half-dreaming I was falling out of the treesand tumbling down into the skyIt's cold, so cold sometime be
fore dawnsearching for a light and reaching round for my clothesThat we believe, so must call, riseThe convoys roll into the
coming daylightLet it not be said that everything must diewithout some mark being made of its passingChorus:As if all the
world should now hold its breathThese are the days that we'll recallwhen the masks are off the facesand there's something t
o fight forAll the lines drawn down in the SoulYou can let your anger burn crazyThere's talking-drums echoed down towards t
he Kennet Canaland wood-smoke sweet on the airAnd the Yellow Jackets stand with the Thick Blue Linebacks to the woods in the
fresh thin carpet of snowSnelsmore Wood, The Chase, Enbourne RoadReddings Copse, Tothill down through Andover GroveLet it n
ot be said that everything must diewithout some mark being made of its passingChorus:As if all the world should now hold it
s breath . . .