DAYS, MONTHS, YEARS - Booze & Glory

He crossed the sea when he was 14

Just coins in a pocket and a place to sleep

Nothing but his hopes and dreams

And a whole lot ahead of him!

He found some work on the hull

Send money home when he could

He said he won’t be here too long

One day soon he’ll return!

Days turn into months turn into years

People come and and go but your still here

You still dream of going home some day

One day you’ll spread your wings and fly away!

He saw the sights of london town

With a wave at his back and a shovel in hand

Earning money here and there

But never enough for a boat fare!

He settled down and found a wife

Before you know it, kids arrived

They grew up quick and so did he

Now going home is just a dream!

Days turn into months turn into years

People come and and go but your still here

You still dream of going home some day

One day you’ll spread your wings and fly away!