| Song | Winston Churchill's Boy |
| Artist | Benjamin Clementine |
| Album | At Least For Now |
| [00:21.25] | Never in the field of human affection |
| [00:27.87] | Had so much been given for so few attention |
| [00:34.54] | Never in the field of human affection |
| [00:38.66] | Had so much been given for so few attention |
| [00:42.12] | |
| [00:44.39] | Winston boy |
| [00:45.62] | Oh there is packing quietly, alone |
| [00:52.60] | You could mistake a clock ticking |
| [00:54.66] | For a cricket cricketing |
| [00:57.28] | When you're around him |
| [01:01.51] | But I swear |
| [01:03.03] | Nobody knows |
| [01:06.74] | Nobody knows what's on this boys mind |
| [01:17.87] | And nobody sees |
| [01:21.50] | Nobody sees what he's been picturing |
| [01:32.15] | |
| [01:57.99] | wu……wu……wu…… |
| [02:04.41] | |
| [02:12.62] | We all make a living by what we get |
| [02:16.45] | But we make life by what we give |
| [02:20.53] | By what we give |
| [02:22.57] | But in some special circumstances |
| [02:25.52] | This special circumstance |
| [02:28.61] | Winston boy will have to earn a living before he earns enough living to give |
| [02:37.20] | Where is your family |
| [02:40.07] | Where are your loved ones |
| [02:43.47] | Someone uttered |
| [02:44.88] | Whilst he went on, crossing the channel |
| [02:48.18] | Well they say no man can be a prophet in his own country |
| [02:52.62] | So I left, here I am |
| [02:55.05] | Come one embrace me, hold me |
| [02:57.30] | I'm your brother |
| [02:59.06] | So whilst he kept on talking In his left pocket lays the prose of the magnificent Orwell |
| [03:03.46] | It's right time he embraced a buttered guitar borrowed |
| [03:07.72] | Borrowed from me |
| [03:11.94] | Come to think about it |
| [03:15.13] | I think a few years ago I heard him talk about how God blessed an eagle with 54 stars |
| [03:20.24] | And maybe he's gone |
| [03:21.81] | He's gone |
| [03:23.10] | Wandering living for his kind of stars |
| [03:25.07] | But if them stars |
| [03:27.36] | If we think about it |
| [03:28.93] | If them beautiful stars |
| [03:30.93] | They tend to shoot through the night and you never find them again |
| [03:39.38] | Never and never and never again |
| [03:42.64] | And so don't you judge Winston Boy |
| [03:45.75] | Don't you ever judge Winston boy |
| [03:49.74] | One day this boy might be the man |
| [03:56.96] | Though clearly nobody knows when or how |
| [04:02.92] | One day this boy will stand in front of a bullet |
| [04:08.85] | As the world gets him by permanent |
| [04:15.63] | There you will tell the world where he's been and how |
| [04:21.32] | Underground to upper ground in the depths of borrowed |
| [04:24.70] | Sureley survived |
| [04:27.93] | They share his story with a cup of thea streaming from his eyes |
| [04:34.39] | One day this boy will be fine |
| [04:39.89] | One day this boy will be fine |
| [04:47.43] | Better watch out now |
| [04:49.89] | That day might be today |
| [04:54.33] | |
| [05:19.07] | BASS………… |
| [00:21.25] | Never in the field of human affection |
| [00:27.87] | Had so much been given for so few attention |
| [00:34.54] | Never in the field of human affection |
| [00:38.66] | Had so much been given for so few attention |
| [00:42.12] | |
| [00:44.39] | Winston boy |
| [00:45.62] | Oh there is packing quietly, alone |
| [00:52.60] | You could mistake a clock ticking |
| [00:54.66] | For a cricket cricketing |
| [00:57.28] | When you' re around him |
| [01:01.51] | But I swear |
| [01:03.03] | Nobody knows |
| [01:06.74] | Nobody knows what' s on this boys mind |
| [01:17.87] | And nobody sees |
| [01:21.50] | Nobody sees what he' s been picturing |
| [01:32.15] | |
| [01:57.99] | wu wu wu |
| [02:04.41] | |
| [02:12.62] | We all make a living by what we get |
| [02:16.45] | But we make life by what we give |
| [02:20.53] | By what we give |
| [02:22.57] | But in some special circumstances |
| [02:25.52] | This special circumstance |
| [02:28.61] | Winston boy will have to earn a living before he earns enough living to give |
| [02:37.20] | Where is your family |
| [02:40.07] | Where are your loved ones |
| [02:43.47] | Someone uttered |
| [02:44.88] | Whilst he went on, crossing the channel |
| [02:48.18] | Well they say no man can be a prophet in his own country |
| [02:52.62] | So I left, here I am |
| [02:55.05] | Come one embrace me, hold me |
| [02:57.30] | I' m your brother |
| [02:59.06] | So whilst he kept on talking In his left pocket lays the prose of the magnificent Orwell |
| [03:03.46] | It' s right time he embraced a buttered guitar borrowed |
| [03:07.72] | Borrowed from me |
| [03:11.94] | Come to think about it |
| [03:15.13] | I think a few years ago I heard him talk about how God blessed an eagle with 54 stars |
| [03:20.24] | And maybe he' s gone |
| [03:21.81] | He' s gone |
| [03:23.10] | Wandering living for his kind of stars |
| [03:25.07] | But if them stars |
| [03:27.36] | If we think about it |
| [03:28.93] | If them beautiful stars |
| [03:30.93] | They tend to shoot through the night and you never find them again |
| [03:39.38] | Never and never and never again |
| [03:42.64] | And so don' t you judge Winston Boy |
| [03:45.75] | Don' t you ever judge Winston boy |
| [03:49.74] | One day this boy might be the man |
| [03:56.96] | Though clearly nobody knows when or how |
| [04:02.92] | One day this boy will stand in front of a bullet |
| [04:08.85] | As the world gets him by permanent |
| [04:15.63] | There you will tell the world where he' s been and how |
| [04:21.32] | Underground to upper ground in the depths of borrowed |
| [04:24.70] | Sureley survived |
| [04:27.93] | They share his story with a cup of thea streaming from his eyes |
| [04:34.39] | One day this boy will be fine |
| [04:39.89] | One day this boy will be fine |
| [04:47.43] | Better watch out now |
| [04:49.89] | That day might be today |
| [04:54.33] | |
| [05:19.07] | BASS |