After the war
Things were to be so different:
A flat above the bakery
With metal window frames,
A job with boundless prospects,
And teach the children games
Like Monopoly,
When it's all over
After the war.
They'd go on biking holidays
To Worthing and the sea;
He'd do a spot of gardening….
An allotment's practically free
From the council;
When it's all over
After the war.
After the war
Things never seemed much different:
The children did quite well and yet
They never hit it off.
He became a manager
And got a smoker's cough;
Keeps on stuttering
Now it's all over
After the war.
They moved from above the bakery
And went to live in Kew
But he misses the sunlight on the roofs
And doesn't know what to do
With himself
Now it's all over
After the war.