Was it love or recognition that has healed this man's condition?
I'm hoping and I'm wishing that this bird won't fly away
We can see life hand in hand, The green, the blue, the rough, the sand
And in our time and in our land we'll savour everyday

And oh, how our glory may fade
Well, at least we've learned some things along the way

Oh, you took me from my bubble knowing my defence was weak
And you sat there and you listened any time I chose to speak
Oh, and you gathered from my pleas to you that I am but a clown
And I fear only a hero can defeat these demons now

And oh, how our glory may fade
Well, at least we've learned some tricks of trade

And as time shall inevitably move on
Oh, mmm, at least we'll have four strong legs to stand on
To keep us alive