I am stuck in this house while the war rages on
I miss my husband I wish he hadn’t gone
I feel so useless, there’s nothing I can do
I can’t get a job or go to the zoo
I’m as sad as a bulb that’s 100 years old
This winter is so cold the frost is taking hold
The war’s getting better, I’ve finally found a job
The only thing I want is my very dearest Bob
The winter’s getting warmer the snow is starting to melt
Fresh, flourishing flowers are the only thing that can be smelt
I must travel far and long
While singing a happy song.