— The vans they come in convoys now — Stealing through the dawn — Silent in the countryside
— In the hills up to the north — There’s road blocks on the Meden bridge — There’s click click
Clicking on the phone — They’re sealing off our villages — Sealing off our homes
— Her father crossed the battle lines — In the first months of the war — She frowns down at the
Soup kitchen — She doesn’t have a father anymore — It’s cold in the early mornings — Standing
With your mates — Staring at the thick blue line — Armed and ready at the gates
— This ain’t some tinpot story arriving from a distant shore — But our own sweet green and
Pleasant land in 1984
— The servants of our great nation — Have lied in the name of us all — While the officers of
Peace and order — Are busy breaking every law — There’s hundreds on the trumped-up charges
— Hundreds on the streets — The future of our villages — Sown with bitter seeds
— And hatred starts to rumble where there was no hate before — In our own sweet green and
Pleasant land in 1984
— Nobody wanted to see the blood — As the blue lights flash through the night — But all the
Words fell on deaf ears — And now the blind frustration bites
— Two nations under one crown divided more and more — In our own sweet green and pleasant
Land in 1984