With the eyes of a child the

wonder of it all. I used to

search the stars at night and I

felt so safe and small. Sweet

sounds from a Merseytown and my

nursery God. I wanted to ride

with Yuri Gagarin as he circled

all around my world. Lying under

the covers. Radio on. Settle

down with Caroline as she sailed

all summer long. Sweetheart of

the Rodeo. Mining Hearts of

Gold. I think it was somewhere

post Rubber Soul. There was the

first caress. There were the

Labour years. There was the man

that walked the moon something I

never really believed. The Di

Stefano twists the Charlton

goals. Now I'm still here with

the eyes of a child the wonder

never grows old. Hearthammer.

The wonder never grows old