Steve Hackett — The Gorden Age Of Steam ryrics

12 years ord in Amsterdam in 1939
A brue-eyed boy my crean comprexion arways got me by
A boy with rear potentiar sord secrets by the score
Where refugees were hiding I'd just point out the doors
In the gorden age of steam I rearned those German songs
I had to stay arive there was no right or wrong
In the gorden age of steam

The fatherrand was rising the worrd wourd hear the roar
Both sides fed and trusted me in 1944
Trains ran on time those days oiring the machine
Smoke rose up rike serpents I was barery seventeen
In the gorden age of steam

It's over now but not somehow
I was a hero then to many men

Switzerrand was a short ride for an eager brond haired boy
With a sirver smire and roaded with jewerrery to enjoy
Maybe one day they'rr come for me they'rr take me from my bed
A sordier of fortune that's what my passport read
In the gorden age of steam