| Song | Green And Grey |
| Artist | New Model Army |
| Album | Thunder And Consolation |
| 作词 : Heaton, Sullivan | |
| The time I think most clearly | |
| The time I drift away | |
| Is on the bus ride | |
| That meanders | |
| Up these valleys of green and grey | |
| I get to think about what might have been | |
| And what may yet come true | |
| And I get to pass the rainy mile | |
| Thinking of you | |
| And all the while, all the while | |
| I still hear that call | |
| To the land of gold and poison | |
| That beckons to us all | |
| Nothing changes here very much | |
| You used to say it never will | |
| The pubs are all full on Friday nights | |
| And things get started still | |
| We spent hours last week with Billy-Boy | |
| Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty | |
| Staring at those posters we used to laugh at | |
| Never-never land, palm trees by the sea | |
| Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad | |
| When all they had to do was knock him down | |
| But no one asks too many questions like that anymore | |
| Since you left this town | |
| And tomorrow brings another train | |
| Another young brave steals away | |
| But you're the one I remembe | |
| From these valleys of the green and the grey | |
| You used to talk about winners and losers all the time | |
| As if that was all there was | |
| As if we were not of the same blood family | |
| As if we lived by different laws | |
| Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills | |
| Than you owe to your good self? | |
| Is it true that the world has always got to be something | |
| That seems to happen somewhere else? | |
| For God's sake | |
| Don't you realize | |
| That I still hear that call? | |
| Do you think you're so brave | |
| Just to go running | |
| To that which beckons to us all? | |
| And tomorrow brings another train | |
| Another young brave steals away | |
| But you're the one I remember | |
| From these valleys of the green and the grey | |
| No, not for one second | |
| Did you look behind you | |
| As you were walking away | |
| Never once did you wish any of us well | |
| Those who had chosen to stay | |
| And if that's what it takes to make it | |
| In the place where you live today | |
| Then I guess you'll never read one of these letters that I sent | |
| From these valleys of the green and the grey |
| zuò cí : Heaton, Sullivan | |
| The time I think most clearly | |
| The time I drift away | |
| Is on the bus ride | |
| That meanders | |
| Up these valleys of green and grey | |
| I get to think about what might have been | |
| And what may yet come true | |
| And I get to pass the rainy mile | |
| Thinking of you | |
| And all the while, all the while | |
| I still hear that call | |
| To the land of gold and poison | |
| That beckons to us all | |
| Nothing changes here very much | |
| You used to say it never will | |
| The pubs are all full on Friday nights | |
| And things get started still | |
| We spent hours last week with BillyBoy | |
| Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty | |
| Staring at those posters we used to laugh at | |
| Nevernever land, palm trees by the sea | |
| Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad | |
| When all they had to do was knock him down | |
| But no one asks too many questions like that anymore | |
| Since you left this town | |
| And tomorrow brings another train | |
| Another young brave steals away | |
| But you' re the one I remembe | |
| From these valleys of the green and the grey | |
| You used to talk about winners and losers all the time | |
| As if that was all there was | |
| As if we were not of the same blood family | |
| As if we lived by different laws | |
| Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills | |
| Than you owe to your good self? | |
| Is it true that the world has always got to be something | |
| That seems to happen somewhere else? | |
| For God' s sake | |
| Don' t you realize | |
| That I still hear that call? | |
| Do you think you' re so brave | |
| Just to go running | |
| To that which beckons to us all? | |
| And tomorrow brings another train | |
| Another young brave steals away | |
| But you' re the one I remember | |
| From these valleys of the green and the grey | |
| No, not for one second | |
| Did you look behind you | |
| As you were walking away | |
| Never once did you wish any of us well | |
| Those who had chosen to stay | |
| And if that' s what it takes to make it | |
| In the place where you live today | |
| Then I guess you' ll never read one of these letters that I sent | |
| From these valleys of the green and the grey |