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
Stand
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