Poor Shirley

Poor Shirley She must hide her tears For nobody wants to see them Surely it will break her heart Time passes as she waits for a friend We'll take all the doubtful ones in the fight And make them hold off 'til the spring Take hold of their hallowed souls And save them from pain, yea, yea All of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain Dearly held are the friends Left in the years and lost in the war Dearly held are the loves Save for the ones you lose on your own We'll take all the doubtful ones in the fight And make them hold off 'til the spring Take hold of their hallowed souls And save them from pain, yea, yea All of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain Yes, we will save Save ourselves from all of the pain Stars we'll light up the lonely nights, harbor lights Making us believe in the love So struck by the hope of the harmony Leaving the sorrow gently (gently) Poor Shirley She must hide her tears For nobody wants to see them Surely she will win a heart Time passes as she waits for the wind We'll take all the doubtful ones in the fight And make them hold off 'til the spring Take hold of their hallowed souls And save them from pain, yea, yea All of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain Yes, we will save ourselves from all of the pain Yes, we will save ourselves from all of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain Yes, we will save Save ourselves from all of the pain Yes, we will save ourselves From the pain and the sorrows We will save ourselves From the pain and of the sorrows Save ourselves (save ourselves from all of the pain) Save ourselves (save ourselves from all of the pain) Save ourselves from all of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain