Muriel, ballerina

Lost her husband in a bloody war

The ashes lay in a cantina that she pretends to sip as a ritual

Jonathon, wartime hero

You're not with us any more than she

Time decides the widows from widowers, and to have a love to lose is lucky

Grandfather dodged a bullet

Conscription avoided, only to meet shots down the track

Is it peaceful to go in your sleep?

'Cause it looked like what was left of him was not surrendering, but fighting back

As I held his shaking hands

I said I'd see him Sunday

As I held his shaking hands

I said I'd see him someday

As I held his shaking hands

I said I'd see him Sunday

As I held his shaking hands

I said I'd see him someday

As I held his shaking hands, I said I'd see him Sunday

As I held his shaking hands, I said I'd see him someday

As I held his shaking hands, I said I'd see him Sunday