Standing at the crease, the batsman takes a look around
The boys are fielding on home ground
And there, the steeple is sharp against the blue

When I think of you, Sam and Andy, Jack and John, Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron, Harry, Stephen, Will and Don, Matthew, Michael…
On and on

We will remember them

Time has slipped away
The Summer sky to Autumn yields a haze of smoke across the fields
Let us sup and fight another round
And there, we walk the stubbled ground

When November brings the poppies on Remembrance Day
When the vicar comes to say, “May God bless them everyone, lest we forget our sons”

And when I feel them chilly winds, where the weather goes I’ll follow
Pack up my traveling things and go with the swallows
And I might get lucky now and then

You win some
You might get lucky now and then
You win some

I wake up every morning keeping an eye on what I spent
Gotta think about eating
Gotta think about paying the rent

I always think it’s funny
It gets me every time
I wonder about the happiness and money
Tell it to the breadline
But you might get lucky now and then

You win some
You might get lucky now and then
You win some

Now I’m rambling through this meadow happy as a man can be
Think I’ll just lay me down under this old tree
On and on we go through this old world of shuffling
If you got a truffle, dog, you can go truffling
And you might get lucky now and then