As I walked late down Tyneham way I met a man grown old and grey His house was scarred and tumbledown We stopped to talk about his town For a time We'd given first our only sons To foreign fields and distant guns Then gave the very land you see Assured that it would only be For a time So we took our belonging and our skills And we were scattered through these hills Trusted those men that we thought wise And carried on believing lies For a time But look how the roots break through these stone How through these houses grass has grown How wind and rain move through the halls How shell and bullet mark the walls Then he took me too the dragons' teeth To the bay that lay beneath And as the blood-red sunset burned He shared the sum of all he'd learned He said make the best of better days Forever man himself betrays For lies and empty guarantees I played my part to keep you free For a time Time Time Time Time