I was trying to make a buck playing on the streetWhen I met this man in IndiaHe started telling me about his lifeWhy he lived home so youngFound a new home in the British EmpireWhich he served over 40 yearsAnd would jump from planes with a parachuteKnowing that he might dieHe was standing there right in front of meListening while I sangHe should know how much he's given meWhere do I begin?Old man, you've been blessedA life of tears and with happinessWho you met, who you lovedThe story needs to be toldThere ain't much you've missedSome were killed and some were kissedSingapore to LondonHitched back in 1969In 1969Some other countries he was stationed inHave ever since even changed their nameWhere the weather was hot and the word was coldHe'd go wherever he was toldHad a beautiful girl and a beautiful manA girl in SwedenBy the look in his eyesShe must have been niceHe wondered sometimesHow his life would have beenIf he had stayed with herBut he was standing there right in front of meListening while I sangHe should know how much he's given meWhere do I begin?Old man, you've been blessedA life of tears and with happinessWho you met, who you lovedThe story needs to be toldThere ain't much you've missedSome were killed and some were kissedSingapore to LondonHitched back in 1969Singapore to LondonHitched back in 1989He'd go wherever he was toldHow his life was hardTo lose when you let him backThe saddest of downpearsHe wished for someone betterWho would have safe me from black magicWith tears and with happinessWho you met and who you loveYour story needs to be toldThere ain't much you've missedSome were killed and some were kissedSingapore to LondonHashtagged in 1969© transcript Emily Beynon