I have often dreamed. Of a far off place. Where a hero's welcome. Would be waiting for me. Where the crowds would cheer. When they see my face. And a voice keeps saying. This is where I'm meant
He was standin' in the rubble. Of an old farmhouse outside Birmingham. When some on-the-scene reporter. Stuck a camera in the face of that old man He said, "Tell the folks, please mister, what are