Verse 1 (Soft guitar strumming) The Suffolk clay is distinct and grey, A tractor turns the heavy soil. Silver wings slice through the day, Above the endless, ancient toil. Chorus Little America in a farmer’s field, Where the Stars and Stripes are gently revealed. Coffee and donuts in the English rain, A quiet power, a silent pain. Verse 2 Razor wire cuts the country view, Dividing the old world from the new. The sheep ignore the warning sign, Grazing upon the border line. Verse 3 Deep down inside a mouldy hole, A secret sleeps beyond control. Atomic ghosts in concrete keep, While unaware the village sleeps. Bridge (Tempo slows slightly, jazzy chord change) The airforce pilots walk the street, With polished boots upon their feet. We nod hello and watch them go, ignoring what is buried low. Outro (Fade out with a saxophone solo) Just a fence. Just a plane. Little America. In the rain.
