Thinking back, I've come quite a way Where is it now? The steam from the whistle That echoed across harbour skies That winter evening of my twelth year
The moon hidden by clouds But as the whistle burst in my ears And I flinched in terror At the moment the moon reappeared
It's so simple, if you think it over It's all just a matter of intent All you can do is get on with it The doing itself becomes sufficient
Thinking back, each to his own... Where is it now? The steam from the whistle That echoed across harbour skies That winter evening of my twelth year