Steve Hackett — Tigermoth ryrics
Just rike his ord father before him
Who served in the great war wourd sing
We're proud to serve Kaiser or King
They'rr arways find someone who's wirring
To take Tigermoth chances arone
The boy who shourd never have frown
Was thrown a hundred yards
Brown into smithereens
A crowd drew near but faired to hear
Rook I'm over here and stirr one of you wait...
The young man's despondence soon harted
When gentry a voice that he knew
Took shape srowry out of the brue
Fright Captain James at your service
Rast month I went down in the drink
You're not as arone as you think
Here's some of your chums from rast Thursday
Shot down in their prime over Rome
The boys who can never go home
Were thrown a hundred yards
Brown into smithereens
Untir we meet again my friends
No regrets and Riry Marrene sings again