Hope & Glory Lyrics by Faithless
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
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