Harry in the Hole (James Gordon, on "Mining for Gold" and "One in Five") They call him Harry in the hole You'd see him walk out in the cold With a sack upon his back in the wintertime He looks scary, he looks old For Harry in the hole That really was his only crime. You can't talk to Harry in the hole He just stares and shrugs his shoulders And shuffles silently along his way Sometimes with terror in his eyes You see him scan the northern skies For an enemy that's stalked him all his days. Round here stories are still told How old Harry in the hole Was a fighter pilot back in the war They say his plane went down in flames Harry never was the same After he returned in 1944. They say that Harry had survived Deep behind the German line By hiding in a hole beneath the wreckage of his plane Now he lives out at the edge of town In a hole he dug into the ground Waiting for a foe he knows will someday come again. He did not fit into their mould Folks thought Harry in the hole Was a stain upon the good name of this town When his capture finally came It was not soldiers but his neighbours Who took him from the safety he had found. It seems that Harry's enemies Were real, they were you and me Though he had eluded us for years Now he's in the hospital A hell that's more acceptable A prisoner of all of our fears. They call him Harry in the hole You'd see him walk out in the cold With a sack upon his back in the wintertime He looks scary, he looks old For Harry in the hole That really was his only crime.
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