Cut all the pages
from a magazine
I must preserve
the right to dream of
my boy William
Power to the unions
Cannot save my soul
I’ve lost my faith in
rock and roll: tell it to
my boy William.
When you reach that low
At your nadir
When they creep up beside you
And whisper nothing in your one true ear
I hope you resist
And you stand so tall
And that grief will desert you
Leave a message on your bedroom wall
There’s more to this than meets the eye my love
Don’t drown your dreams stay true but
Try as I might
There’s much to learn and much to sow my love
But try as you might
All is burning
All is burning
All is burning now.