Where the shingle rose and tumbles into the ever graven sea
Where the waves surround the cliff edge, this burden lives with me
Beneath the filtered beckon, stretch into the sand
Me, My home, my history, my secret on this land
In ’43 a message came, a sacrifice it seemed
Each family would leave their home, to meet these fighting schemes

Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn
But you can hear that tiger when he roars
Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn
But you can hear that tiger when he roars

Those hunky troops came forward, charged upon our strand
The raging bullets battering, from those ever youthful hands
We watched high on the hillside, from the banks onto the beach
Counted every covered fire, and each blast was sinking deep
Judgement came in swiftly, we found an armoured shell
And the cry of panic tore the air, young Leftridge he had fell

Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn
But you can hear that tiger when he roars
Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn
But you can hear that tiger when he roars

Then April brought a bitterness, a truth that we were told
But how the yew boats scattered them, a tragedy exposed
For the weeks the trials continued
For months they frayed and fought
Till all the deals were set upon and all the witnesses were brought
Where the shingle rose and tumbles into the ever graven sea
And here I broke my promise, this story lives in me
And here I broke my promise, this story lives in me

Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn
But you can hear that tiger when he roars
Bound in silence, I was bound and sworn
But you can hear that tiger when he roars