Testo Tiger

Where the shingle rose and tumbles into the ever graven sea,
Where the waves surround the cliff edge, this burden lives with me.
Beneath the filtered beckon, stretch into the sand.
Me, My home, my history, my secret on this land.
In ’43 a message came, a sacrifice it seemed.
Each family would leave their home, to meet these fighting schemes.

Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn. But you can hear that tiger when he roars.
Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn.
But you can hear that tiger when he roars.

Those hunky troops came forward, charged upon our strand.
The raging bullets battering, from those ever youthful hands.
We watched high on the hillside, from the banks onto the beach.
Counted every covered fire, and each blast was sinking deep.
Judgement came in swiftly, we found an armoured shell.
And the cry of panic tore the air, young Leftridge he had fell.

Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn.
But you can hear that tiger when he roars.
Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn.
But you can hear that tiger when he roars.
Then April brought a bitterness, a truth that we were told.
But how the yew boats scattered them, a tragedy exposed
For the weeks the trials continued,
For months they frayed and fought.
Till all the deals were set upon and all the witnesses were brought.
Where the shingle rose and tumbles into the ever graven sea.
And here I broke my promise, this story lives in me.
And here I broke my promise, this story lives in me.

Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn.
But you can hear that tiger when he roars.
Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn.
But you can hear that tiger when he roars.