Widower

Muriel, ballerina Lost her husband in a bloody war The ashes lay in a cantina That she pretends to sip as a ritual Jonathon, wartime hero You're not with us any more than she Time decides the widows from widowers And to have a love to lose is lucky Grandfather dodged a bullet Conscription avoided Only to meet shots down the track Is it peaceful to go in your sleep? Because it looked like what was left of him Was not surrendering but fighting back As I held his shaking hand I said I'd see him Sunday As I held his shaking hand I said I'd see him someday As I held his shaking hand I said I'd see him Sunday As I held his shaking hand I said I'd see him someday