Return

Return

Soldiers return from their fight,

broad grins all around.

They lower down their kit bags,

and joy in tears are found.

Young and old are waving flags,

as far as the eye can see.

But the person I am waiting for,

will never come back to me.

The princesses celebrate in London,

celebrations all around.

They mingle with their subjects,

to join in their glorious sound.

Young and old are cheering,

united in their joy.

But I will never more hear the laughter

of Timmy, my little boy.

Churchill makes a valiant speech,

courage in his words are found.

No longer will we have to fear –

bombs fall silent in the ground.

Young and old are grateful,

for the life they have today.

But I will never be the same,

As I was yesterday.