WOLFE
Ashley Hutchings

Spoken:
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave
Awaits alike for the inevitable hour.
The paths of glory but lead to the grave.

Sung:
The fleet was a floating forest
Spread before me on the Thames
And Greenwich bells saluted all her proud departing sons.
I stood upon the hillside with my spyglass misted o'er
And I turned to make my way to home once more.

Chorus:
Oh to cross the line
And defy the tide forever.
To take the paths of happiness
And walk away the pain.
If for one last time
You could hold these hands together
Content to scale the heights of home again.

It's hard to lose your loved one
To a nation's grateful heart
For now you are a sweetheart and you never more to part.
Your virtue she may trade on and your life's loss she may be
But she'll not hold you half any more than I.

Last night I dreamed you lay with me
Your head upon my breast;
You had not thought of trading me for glory in the west.
The park was then our Eden and the stars a guileless game
We charted them until the comet came.

This land may want you for a hero she can call her very own
To glory of in ballads and do honour to in stone.
But I have no need of gratitude and grace and nothing more
I want my love beside me as before.

Source: The Albion Band, Light Shining