New Model Army - Snelsmore Wood Lyrics
I woke still half-dreaming I was falling out of the treesand tumbling down into the skyIt's cold, so cold sometime before 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 to fight forAll the lines drawn down in the SoulYou can let your anger burn crazyThere's talking-drums echoed down towards the 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 not be said that everything must diewithout some mark being made of its passingChorus:As if all the world should now hold its breath . . .
