There were soldiers marching on the common
They were there again this evening
They paced up and down like seabirds on the ground
Before the stormclouds gathering
I must buy whatever tinned food is left on
They’re testing the air raid sirens
They’ve filled up the blood banks and emptied the beds
At the hospital and the asylum.
I saw a man build a shelter in his garden
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.