Never in the field of human affection
Had so much been given for do few attention
Never in the field of human affection
Had so much been given for so few attention
Winston Boy
Oh!
There he is
Wasting no time, packing
Alone
You could mistake the sounds of a clock ticking
For a cricket cricketing when around him

But I swear!
No body knows what's on this boy's mind
Nobody sees what he's been picturing
(He moans)

We all make a living by what we get
But we make life by what we give
In some special circumstance,
This special circumstance
Winston Boy will have to earn a living
Before he earns enough living to give

Where is your family
Where are your loved ones?
Someone uttered, whilst he went on crossing the channel
Well they say no man can be a prophet in his own country
And so I left and here I am
Come on embrace me!
I am your brother!
Now whilst he kept on talking
In his left pocket laid the prose of the magnificent Orwell
His right hand embraced a battered guitar borrowed
'Borrowed from me!'
Come to think about it
I think a few days ago I heard him talk
About how God blessed an eagle with 54 stars
And so maybe he's gone, he's gone
Wandering around looking for his kind of star
But even stars
If we think about, even beautiful stars
They tend to shoot through the night
And you will never find them again!
Never and never and never again!
And so don't you judge Winston Boy
Don't you ever judge Winston boy

'Cause one day this boy might be the man
Though clearly nobody knows when nor how
One day this boy will stand in front of a pulpit
As the world gives him but a minute
And there he will tell the world where he's been and how
Underground to upper ground in the depths of I will surely survive
He shares his story with a cup of tear streaming from his eyes
One day this boy will be fine
One day this boy will be fine
So you better watch out now that day might be today!

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC FRANCE
Writer(s): Benjamin Breakspeare Jr