The Young’uns
Lapwings
There came a pair of lapwings,
Flying north towards the sea
Following the call of spring
Where my love waits for me
My love waits for me

And soon they will be wheeling
O’er northern moss and eastern fen
Their tiny voices squealing
Last year’s song again
Last year’s song again

Oh Lord, if I were a lapwing
And not a soldier lost in fear
I’d fill my tiny lungs and sing
And fly far from here
And fly far from here

There came a pair of lapwings
Flying north towards the sea
Following the call of spring
Where my love waits for me
My love waits for me