Through the spaces of an iron-ore train
  The water eddies 'round the rushes
  And Eddie's round at my house, insane.

  The breakers in the distance
  Cut the air Iike the crackle of a CB rig.
  They found a crack in Eddie
  And they tore it down, and snapped him like a twig.

  His head is full of Goose Green
  Tastes the smoke from the damp grass, well alight
  And Eddie's waiting for the choppers
  And he goes on waiting long into the night.

  And I thought I heard a voice
  Didn't someone here just whisper, "R?joice".

  The harbour's filled with newsmen,
  Little boats go bobbing, like a Dunkirk repeat
  To a train ride and a welcome
  And "Well done, Eddie" right across the street.

  The water's grey and choppy
  On the Lake out by the fairground big wheel.
  We could circle it forever
  But we?d never guess the way that Eddie feels