And Other Short Stories/Baby James Harvest

The day, the night, to me are just the same
I see your face, it burns me like a flame
And there's something i've got to say
Yes it's making me feel this way
Don't you know that i'm going crazy -
Over you

One look, a smile, is all you've got to do
I see your face in everything i do

And there's something i've got to say
Yes it's making me feel this way
Don't you know that i'm going crazy -
Over you

I thank me, i thank you
I thank dixie and pete too
I thank teddy for a sweet scene
Eddie for the jokes inbetween
I thank me, i thank you
I thank ollie and chris too
I thank janet for the meat pies
Snibbley for the soldering iron blues

I thank heather for the waterfall
And georgie for his yankee drawl
And cassie is a gas with his
"wo issen das?", mr. dream

I thank nicky for the record machine
I thank ricky for the discount between
I thank eric for his hotlegs
Kev and lol for billy bean's machine

I feel sorry for the soldier who is shot and stoned in anger
I feel sorry for his wife and child at home
I feel sorry for the bomber who all life and limb dishonours
For the people that he's maimed and left alone
The lord god said love thy neighbour
Though in human life he trades, he's still a man
I feel sorry for the children who with open mind are willing
To fight for ideals aged and past their time
I feel sorry for the children who will join the vicious circle
Of instinct fear bred from their parents' minds
The lord god said love thy neighbour
Break the circle, free the hater, call him a friend

Wake up, wake up, there's a man by your side
With a knife and a gun in each hand
Wake up, wake up, you're one and the same
It's time to stop and decide
Is it love or hate?
Is it peace or war?
It's for sure there's no inbetween
Politicians point views
But they're pointing for you
The solution has to be seen

I thought i saw a summer soldier, helmet on his brow
His silver rifle clutched beneath his armour-plated shroud
I fire in hate, he cried aloud
To protect myself from defeat
My shield's my cause, my cause is war
And from war i'll make no retreat

I dreamt i saw an angel bright, a halo on his brow
His golden sword lay in its sheath beneath his silver shroud
I drwa thee not, he cried aloud
Though your deeds like spears strike my soul
My shield's my love, my cause is peace
Faith be sure i shall not retreat