The Last Great Adventurer

Driven isn’t a word that even begins to describe you
Focused, is getting closer but it doesn’t quite do the job
Once you’ve got the bit between your teeth
There’s no going back, no there’s no going back
You never let up, you never stop
You keep on going until it’s all wrapped up

In my mind you will always be the last great explorer
Nobody else comes close to you
You’re the best there ever was
And nobody knows

Everywhere you went you made you presence felt
An unsung English pioneer out
In the cold in the heat of British industry
Your beguiling practicality mesmerising those around you
Your unique ability to overcome any conundrum

In my mind you will always be the last great adventurer
Nobody else even comes close to you
You’re the best there ever was
And nobody knows

Whether work or pleasure it really doesn’t matter
You just keep on pushing till the job is done
Whilst others are scratching their heads you quietly solve it all
No fanfare, no fuss, just a perfect end result every time
No problem is too much
You always find a solution, you always find a way

A spitfire and a hurricane lovingly honed from solid oak
A skateboard that you made for me in the glorious Seventies
A go cart with no breaks, which gave me a bloody nose
Still you live and Learn, what hurts only makes you stronger

And still you go on and on, with more energy than you should have
You really could do anything, putting everyone else to shame
From Monmouth to Dalbeattie, from Ramsgate to Arras
From Akrotiri to the Eiger, from Filton to the LEB

In my mind you will always be the last great explorer
Nobody else even comes close to you
You’re the best there ever was

In my mind you will always be the last great adventurer
Nobody else even comes close to you
You’re the best there ever was
And nobody knows

In my mind you always will be the last great adventurer
Nobody else comes close to you
Because you’re the best there ever was
And nobody knows