Music from the film of Raymond Briggs' "When the Wind Blows"

Film Score by Roger Waters
Released December 1986
Produced by Roger Waters

Performed by Roger Waters and the Bleeding Heart Band
Guest vocal on "Folded Flags" - Paul Carrack

The voice of Hilda - Peggy Ashcroft
The voice of Jim   - John Mills


"The Russian Missile"

(instrumental)


"Towers of Faith"

Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith

The prophet reclined
On the Golan Heights

Ohhh, the lonely boys

He said "This land is my land"
To the Shiites

Ooooh, the lonely boys

And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath
He said "I see you, you thief!
This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band"

Oh the lonely boys
Lookin' over their shoulder
Checking out every boulder in the park
Where the gates are closed from eleven 
After dark

And the Pope rolled up in his armoured van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something that I did not understand
It was in Polish
Then up stepped an aide, he said "I will translate
Here is what His Holiness said:
'I am the Chief Jesuit.
This land is Jesus' land.
And that is all
All that there is to it.'"

And in New York City
The business man in his mohair suit
In the world trade centre
Puffs on his cheroot
And he said 
"Well I don't care who owns the desert sands,
My brief
Is with the hydrocarbons underneath"

And the sea of battle rages around the ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
Walk nervous in the park when the gates close after dark

Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith


"Hilda's Dream"

Radio: "Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday lunchtime.
        The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the House of
        Commons, has warned that the international situation is
        deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in
        the next two or three days."

Jim:   "Crumbs!  This is it ducks! This is really it!"
Hilda: "I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over."

(instrumental)


"The American Bomber"

(instrumental)


"The Anderson Shelter"

Hilda: "It's funny to think there's no shelters this time.  We had an old
        Anderson in the garden.  I can see it now.  We had nasturtiums
        growing all over it, and we painted the front green.  Painted it
        looked quite pretty.  Next door grew cabbages on theirs."
Jim:   "Yeah, we had a Morrison.  Mmmm.  I used to sleep in it. I stuck
        pin-up girls all over the inside.  Betty Grable, Ann Shelton,
        Patricia Rock.  The roof got all smoky, 'cause I used to read in
        bed with a candle."
Hilda: "Yes, it was nice at the war, really.  The shelters, the blackout,
        cups of tea..."
Jim:   "The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the first
        time...."
Hilda: "Old Churchill on the wireless..."

Jim:   "Those were the days."

(instrumental)


"The British Submarine"

(instrumental)


"The Attack"

Radio: "An enemy missile attack has been launched against this country.
        It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in approximately
        three minutes."
Jim:   "God Almighty ducks, there's only three minutes to go!"
Hilda: "Okay, I'll just get the washing in."
Jim:   "Shut up! I'm trying to listen!"
Radio: "Stay indoors."
Hilda: "Oh, dear, I've left the oven on."
Jim:   "Get in!  Get in!  Get in!"
Hilda: "The cake will be burned!"

(instrumental)


"The Fallout"

Jim:   "Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it."
Hilda: "Wasn't it light?"
Jim:   "Yeah, terrific.  You--you get terrific light with those bombs.
        Listen!  A dog!"

Hilda: "What does the fallout look like, dear?"
Jim:   "I don't know.  The government directive neglects to mention how
        the populace could recognise it.  I expect it's a bit like snow
        does,only greyer.  Very quiet, isn't it?  I expect they're all
        having a good lie-in after the bomb."

Hilda: "Terrible smell of burning."
Jim:   "Well, yes.  Well there's bound to be. That's logical..."
Hilda: "It's like... roast meat."
Jim:   "Yes, roast dinners.  I expect people will be having their Sunday
        dinners early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."

Jim:   "A cloud coming up. Looks like rain.  We'll be alright for water
        now for a while, dear."
Hilda: "Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"
Jim:   "Oh, yes, of course it is.  There's nothing purer than rainwater,
        is there? Everybody knows that."

Hilda: "Oh, look!  My hair's coming out."

(instrumental)


"Hilda's Hair"

Jim:   "I shall fear no evil...and thou shalt accompany me all the
        days--the days of my life...uh...lay me down in--in--in green
        pastures.. I... I can't remember anymore..."
Hilda: "That was nice, dear.  I like the bit about green pastures--"
Jim:   "Oooh yes, yes... into the valley of the shadow of death..."
Hilda: "No more, love... no more..."
Jim:   "Rode the six hundred."

(instrumental)


"Folded Flags"

Rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
And babe, hate to see you fall that way
Better speak to the powers that be today 

Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that gun in your hand?
You can take your revenge 
But you'll still feel bad
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums

I stood in the wings with you
Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor
Holding the high ground 
Of centre stage
Ooh babe, how do these cheated stars get so far away
Will they catch what the other actors say?

Hey Joe, where you goin' 
With that dogma in your head?
You can prove your point, 
But your kids will still be dead
Bring down the curtain
This soap opera must surely close 
Before the cold wind blows

Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that gun in your hand
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
Bring down the curtain
The show must close
Before the cold wind blows

So rock a bye baby
On the tree top 
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums.