The White Sands Of Crete Lyrics

I'm an island man

I've come so far

I was only 22 when I went to war

There's an imaginary train coming down the track

Twenty feet of snow I'm clearing

And I'm falling like a dandelion seed

And I'm walking on the white sands of Crete

Left stranded, awaiting our fate

The Germans came and found us

Prisoners of war, we were put on ships

Sailing for Port Pyrus

The sun is falling

Over the Sudetenland

We leave the trucks in shadow now

Dug trenches 40 below, making dents as small as sixpence

Had no socks, just clogs for shoes

When the snow built up our ankles would bruise

And I'm walking three miles to work

The snow has gone, I can hear the birds

In the iron foundry

I couldn't stand the heat With the clippers I played clumsy

Checking the pipes for faults

I'd create a few more

My way of fighting in this war

The letters fall like leaves from the sky

The one I hold changes my life

For two and a half years, we lived in Bru

Working on the railway

In snow so deep, it was above the wires

We had to dig ourselves free

And we're standing like children on the road

I can hear the grind of the wheels on the limestone

When they arrive, revenge was swift

We took no part in this

Sent to Pilsen, then to Reims

In a Lancaster bomber I had the gunner's seat

And I'm falling like a dandelion seed

And I'm walking on the Oxford streets

Flags blowing across the street

With the words welcome home

Just like prayers hanging in the air

Take all weathers on them