Newspaper Boy

My heart’s at the war with a good-friend, as he fights his foe
Night time or church time was holiday.
Carved out his name on the willow-tree bough.
He marches so defiant; all the old streets echo the tune.
That he’s given up for a soldier,
Forever the world his brave body to show,

I’ve seen him rising up again, I’ve seen him rising up, I’ve seen it rising ….up in him

Here’s to good health, said the gentlemen,
He slays long paths and fields,
Fighting like seals in a portrait, may he see his babies, yet to be born
He’s seen the worst he believes in, yet he fears to find.
Washed his hands clean of his enemies,
Forever his hands their dead bodies to bleed.

I’ve seen him rising up again, I’ve seen him rising up, I’ve seen it rising ….up in him