With laughing eyes I do recall. Every face that crammed thish all. And in this room our hats wereh ung. And words were written and songs were sung. And we held our glasses high. And we dared to reach for the sky. And we never would grow old. When we were the new boys. And on these streets we were like kings. We'd roll and tumble fight and sing. And in these smoky pubs the yarns were spun. And many a sweetheart was lost and won. And on these green fields we played for pride. No quarter given no compromise. We were lovers and we were sons. When we were the new boys. Behind this cellar door on cheap guitars. We played our blues to the early hours. No one listening but a few old friends. We never dreamed it could ever end. This was our moment this was our space. This was a jewel of a time to have graced. But they're all sweet memories now. When we were the new boys. All my life I've been running. Down the side of this hill. But way down deep in my heart. Don't want the water to ever be still. All these friends have long since gone. Blown and scattered like autumn leaves. Some are lawyers and some are thieves. Some are long behind the sun. But I'll never be afraid. From the cradle to the grave. I learned my lesson and I learned it well. When we were the new boys. When we were the new boys.