Wartime Lovers

As the wheels all turn, and the noon Sun burns A story rolls off this tongue, it extols The miles between, your son; your child Remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive This evening brought his end; his time No tears from grief Just a Virgin for his shrine A floral wreath And the shame for his crime Remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive Across these wide oceans—smoke blacks out innocent days So old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey Gently escape or let them live on in you He sang this song to young olive eyes And took her hand across the burning sands From desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive They were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died Across these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent days So old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey Gently escape and let them live on in you