Have you ever wondered what they think,
In Blighty day by day,
Have you ever wondered if they say a prayer,
For you while you are away,
Let me reassure you lads,
They give us all a thought,
To those who have not yet returned,
Who went away and fought.
Do you ever give a thought to them,
Amidst their strife and cares,
Do you also think to say each night,
Just one or two small prayers.
You'll find that life goes better, lads,
When everything seems blue,
If you give a thought, to those who wait,
So patiently for you.
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