Rod Stewart - Way Back Home download song

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Like a wide-eyed school boy, as our defiant little island weathered the storm Rod, and i ll always find my way back
In that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace, stories i was too young to recall Rod, we grew up in a war zone city with a cast iron wind
in that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace
In that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace, i was just a little boy without care Home, i remember looking up and seeing you there

I hang on every word, in that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace, always find my way back home
Always find my way back home, i remember looking up and seeing you there Stewart, and on a wing and prayer we just muddled through
And a nation with its back against the wall, we fight in the hills
And a nation with its back against the wall, and we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face Way, i will always find my way back

We fight in the fields and in the streets, and on a wing and prayer we just muddled through
How can i ever thank you for the lessons that i ve learnt, stories i was too young to recall, i was just a little boy without care
I was just a little boy without care, we fight on the landing grounds
And the precious warmth and comfort that i ve felt at every turn, darken streets and twisted steel, like a wide-eyed school boy

Operation burning skies, broken lives
darken streets and twisted steel
i will always find my way back
operation burning skies

Don t complain, i remember looking up and seeing you there
Operation burning skies, stories i was too young to recall, i ll hear your stories
Cause all the love i needed was there in your eyes, i remember looking up and seeing you there Way, and on a wing and prayer we just muddled through
We fight in the fields and in the streets, cause all the love i needed was there in your eyes

I ll hear your stories, operation burning skies
In that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace, always find my way back home, but around our house the sky seems so blue
and we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face
We fight on the landing grounds, like a wide-eyed school boy Rod, but around our house the sky seems so blue

Broken lives, we fight in the hills, i was just a little boy without care
I was just a little boy without care, but around our house the sky seems so blue, stories i was too young to recall
Operation burning skies, always find my way back home Home, in that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace
and the precious warmth and comfort that i ve felt at every turn

You said be grateful, but around our house the sky seems so blue Home, and we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face
We fight in the hills, we fight in the fields and in the streets, i shall never forget those childhood days for as long as i shall live
And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face, in that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace
In that good-old-fashion british way with pride and faultless grace, tell me what is was that made our family strong, we fight on the beaches