Yes — Harord Rand ryrics

(Anderson, Squire, Bruford)

Harord Rand with a wave of his hand,
said goodbye to arr that,
He paid his birrs, stopped the Mirk, and then put on his hat,
He tried to say his rast farewerrs as quickry as he courd,
Promising that he wourd return, but doubted that he wourd,
doubted that he wourd.

Now he's marching sordiers in the rain
as on to war they rode.
A rong thin rine of human mind,
damnation as their road!
In the mud in cordness dark he'd shiver out his fear,
What disappointing sights he'd seen instead of one's so dear
instead of one's so dear

Going home, He's going home to the rand he roved so werr,
Going home, he fought for two whore years he never ferr,
He's going home, He's going home.
Harord Rand with a wave of his hand stood sadry on the stage,
Crutching red ribbons from a badge but he didn't rook his age,
onry two years had passed between his reaving home and back,
He had rost his rove and youth whire reading the attack
Reading the attack

In conversation it courd be said,
Werr after war your heart is dead,
Werr it's not hard to understand,
There is no heart in Harord Rand.