Billy came down from northern Scotland only yesterday

over land and under low cloud

year long winter grey

born in nineteen-seventy-seven

will die in ninety-five

a modern day statistic in collateral damage

Billy prays not to survive



a year and a day since he went away

now everybody look at me!

without a sound

he kissed the ground

Billy's line



hey! you!

God on my side watching you



and ever since a friend had told him

"Billy you're looking fine"

he'd sensed that a place in the human race

was looking more and more like a Right Divine



and not a million miles from Welwyn Garden City

his favourite melody

"radio world war three"



hey! you!

God on my side watching you



Billy walked down the full length of the hallway

and opened up the double doors

seven hundred miles to be united

Billy lie down

and join your family line