“All those days we held our heads up high,
just like some winter birds before they turned to fly.
If there’s a story to be told, of being young or growing old,
getting tied up by those days you left behind.
Well, don’t sing a verse for me, I’ll be far away at sea,
trying to leave all my fears behind.
So I can say all these days I hold my head up high
and I’d say all these days I hold my head up high.”