• Fly off to a whistled tune
    That still echoes too this day
    Across the land
    Around the world
    Take the time to listen

    He strums a single chord
    Each note still rings true
    Turns and leaves without a word
    The rest it seems is up to you

    The music died with him
    Even though the music’s gone
    I still struggle to laugh with the innocence of a child
    At the ones who fall and stay down
    Soon he will realise
    He will cut his hair
    And dull his eyes

    Looking at the world
    That sprung up around us
    With rules I fear and I follow
    That try to take away the love
    I hope is still here
    And will come back soon
    Heralded by a whistled tune