Song | Memoirs Of An Officer And A Gentleman |
Artist | Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
Album | Love Beach |
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Walking through the city after recent rain | |
Heard ancient stones all shining murmur where are they? | |
How long before next hero's day | |
And the splendid show of drum and gun | |
Walking by the river one September eve | |
Saw questions rise in circles on that old dark stream | |
Where now are those who dared to dream | |
They would leave one jewel in England's hand | |
Gone to sleep they lie in flowered graves | |
For the visitors and Guidebook saved | |
But come the trumpet shattered dawn | |
Will the spirit they shared be reborn | |
Comrades in arms, may they rise, fight and shine again, | |
Till "who goes there", will be answered with friend again | |
Once there stood a man, alone, sword in his hand | |
In the face of the teeth and flame | |
And it was all in England's name | |
I was told how she grew, she alone shone her light on everyone | |
And if you made the first eleven then you'd be sure to get to heaven, | |
Like the captain of the school | |
I was taught how to win | |
And to lose with that "get you next time" smile, | |
Learned Latin verbs in fear of a beating | |
And for years thought central heating, | |
Was for just old people's homes | |
I was raised on the past, the Tower and Saint Paul's and Westminster | |
Escorted well-bred girls to dances, and learned to drive a horse in harness, | |
Through the English countryside | |
I was taught to behave, like an officer and a gentleman, | |
And when I finally marched from Sandhurst | |
I learned to put my fellow man first | |
And there was daily talk of war | |
I spent 1938 in the United States of America, | |
I grew to love it's many faces, and they had built some amazing places, | |
And I thought they´d come in on our side |
Walking through the city after recent rain | |
Heard ancient stones all shining murmur where are they? | |
How long before next hero' s day | |
And the splendid show of drum and gun | |
Walking by the river one September eve | |
Saw questions rise in circles on that old dark stream | |
Where now are those who dared to dream | |
They would leave one jewel in England' s hand | |
Gone to sleep they lie in flowered graves | |
For the visitors and Guidebook saved | |
But come the trumpet shattered dawn | |
Will the spirit they shared be reborn | |
Comrades in arms, may they rise, fight and shine again, | |
Till " who goes there", will be answered with friend again | |
Once there stood a man, alone, sword in his hand | |
In the face of the teeth and flame | |
And it was all in England' s name | |
I was told how she grew, she alone shone her light on everyone | |
And if you made the first eleven then you' d be sure to get to heaven, | |
Like the captain of the school | |
I was taught how to win | |
And to lose with that " get you next time" smile, | |
Learned Latin verbs in fear of a beating | |
And for years thought central heating, | |
Was for just old people' s homes | |
I was raised on the past, the Tower and Saint Paul' s and Westminster | |
Escorted wellbred girls to dances, and learned to drive a horse in harness, | |
Through the English countryside | |
I was taught to behave, like an officer and a gentleman, | |
And when I finally marched from Sandhurst | |
I learned to put my fellow man first | |
And there was daily talk of war | |
I spent 1938 in the United States of America, | |
I grew to love it' s many faces, and they had built some amazing places, | |
And I thought they d come in on our side |
Walking through the city after recent rain | |
Heard ancient stones all shining murmur where are they? | |
How long before next hero' s day | |
And the splendid show of drum and gun | |
Walking by the river one September eve | |
Saw questions rise in circles on that old dark stream | |
Where now are those who dared to dream | |
They would leave one jewel in England' s hand | |
Gone to sleep they lie in flowered graves | |
For the visitors and Guidebook saved | |
But come the trumpet shattered dawn | |
Will the spirit they shared be reborn | |
Comrades in arms, may they rise, fight and shine again, | |
Till " who goes there", will be answered with friend again | |
Once there stood a man, alone, sword in his hand | |
In the face of the teeth and flame | |
And it was all in England' s name | |
I was told how she grew, she alone shone her light on everyone | |
And if you made the first eleven then you' d be sure to get to heaven, | |
Like the captain of the school | |
I was taught how to win | |
And to lose with that " get you next time" smile, | |
Learned Latin verbs in fear of a beating | |
And for years thought central heating, | |
Was for just old people' s homes | |
I was raised on the past, the Tower and Saint Paul' s and Westminster | |
Escorted wellbred girls to dances, and learned to drive a horse in harness, | |
Through the English countryside | |
I was taught to behave, like an officer and a gentleman, | |
And when I finally marched from Sandhurst | |
I learned to put my fellow man first | |
And there was daily talk of war | |
I spent 1938 in the United States of America, | |
I grew to love it' s many faces, and they had built some amazing places, | |
And I thought they d come in on our side |