There are ten thousand graves in Hong Kong Protestant Cemetery
Every one of them says "born and died, and the rest might be history"
Walking there I'd cry
For my love was there to lie
I never knew shame to be so refreshing
I'd sing Georgia on my mind, she would be, I'd be progressing...
Was the day of the boats for the fellas in coats in the Navy
They'd be all around, change the face of this town cos they're lazy
1952 was the year that I lost you
I was with the soldiers in the school hall
Didn't know that you were ill
You didn't seem old
China so you so blue so who's aboard the boatsie stay
Some people are fixing the terrible
Mixing the crew of all the sailors say,
Your life might be a a mess of lights
When your on your won
But the lights you'll from a line that will be pointing all the way home
I was here before, my name was on the door
To a score of his to get to your seat
I'll send the next in line, he'll be a clean sheet
ADAM BEACH,JOE ZEITLAN,JOHN PATRICK VIVIAN FLYNN,MATT EDMONDS
Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.