When I arrive eyes wide fired up Tried not to slide and let the side down, Now the Planes on the ground. I'll find a good profession, it's 1957 I've come to the mother land to make a home to put my bed in This weather does my head in some people are less than kind... I wish Mamma was here so I could unwind... But I'm supposed to be the good news, so I lace up these hard black shoes And look more work, the streets whenever paved with gold they simply make my feet hurt... they just make my feet hurt... Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call In this land of hope and glory You'd think there's enough for us all... You'd think there's enough for us all When I arrive eyes wide petrified Tried not to cry and let the side down, Now the Planes on the ground. Its 20 years later mammas in the arrival lounge I take a... few seconds to kiss her... Then look around at what's happened to my home town What's going on, but papa doesn't look too strong Rush home in a cab, windows up, now I hear dad cough We gotta get in before they switch the lights and water off For the night, I have to get to know the guard dogs, cause they bite Progress just pass us by, to the right Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call In this land of hope and glory You'd think there's enough for us all... You'd think there's enough for us all Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call In this land of hope and glory You'd think there's enough for us all... You'd think there's enough for us all