I've never been out of Salford town,
the place where I was born
Ex cept when I was in the ranks
and wore a uniform
But I'd sooner never travel
if the only way to see the world
is through the battle sites of a Mark 4 303.
I have a little baby
he's the apple of me eye.
When I think about his future
my thoughts take wing and fly.
What kind
An d a future, can there be,
with planes and tanks and guns?
With flying high and dropping bombs
on other people's sons?
I'd like to see the whole wide world,
the North, South, East and West.
I'd like to travel everywhere
with the girl that I love best
But I'll stay beside the air
well all my life before I'll stand
In some foreign country
with a bayonet in me hand
I work each day upon the docks
and see the ships come in
and no one asks to see the color
of a sailor's skin.
Side by side they're working,
men from Norway, China, Greece.
Why can't the statesmen do the same
and let us live in peace?