If you don't like lying in the sun you might as well not be here What's the point of always working? Shut your eyes and let the colours come And blot out all the black and white and dirty grey and damp and dust and dry rot in the roof
On the beach we lit a fire a Frenchman gave us wine and whiskey Out to sea the British navy Keeps an eye on foreign shipping To keep us safe from war the hope of which is all that keeps our soldiers sleeping through the night
If you don't like lying in the sun you might as well not be here Let the sea come up and cover you You will feel a new dimension Like sleeping on a feather bed and dreaming of a world in which you do not have to work
You suffer, you cry You labour, you die Things will change, Time Will Tell Things will change, Time Will Tell
In the courtyard children play In their lives, the sun is shining through
They'll all be socialists, atheists They'll all be, scientists, humanists Egalitarian, vegetarian, internationalists
They'll all be mystics, they'll all be gods They'll all be famous, they'll all be sods
Things will change, Time Will Tell Things will change, Time Will Tell For what you want to be, you must try to be You will all be free
Things will change, Time Will Tell Things will change, Time Will Tell For what you want to be, you must try to be You will all be free