There were soldiers marching on the common today
They were there again this evening
They paced up and down like seabirds on the ground
Before the storm clouds gathering
I must buy whatever tin food is left on the shelves
They're testing the air-raid sirens
They've built up the blood-banks and emptied the beds
At the hospital and the asylum
Saw a man build a shelter in his garden today
As we stood there idly chatting
He said "No, no I don't think war will come"
Yet still he carried on digging
Everything in my life that I love
Could be swept away without warning
Yet the birds still sing and the church bells ring
And the sun came up this morning
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