MY UNCLE TONY’S SONG Sometime's on the evening air I think I hear your song but only if the wind is right and the pine scent is in my nostrils Then I wonder, were you lonely, were you frightened by it all. Or was the reason you were there enough to keep you warm. Were you there for king and country or for Salford, your family and pals How unselfish, how courageous the same commitment and in the end the same sacrifice. They say I have your smile and that I have your ways, I only have their word, You were killed 37 years before I was born The rough soil of the Somme holds the truth of it. Yet at times in a warm breeze coming from the south I hear a hint of your song I've felt it all my life but I didn't recognise the real truth of it until the day I lay cold at the bottom of a trench, a wet, tired and scared young homesick soldier and your song came to warm me. One day Uncle Tony, perhaps the same wind will carry both your song and mine.