Ginger Cross (War Time)

Ginger Cross was only ten When they called up England's men Watched them marching in their ranks Shouldered rifles, army tanks Ginger's father went away On that grey November day Left his mum and sister Mary In the streets of Cantebury Neighbor's dog Lucky Strike Chased the post man on his bike Ginger longed to go and fight Heard the bombs that dropped at night Saw the wreckage in his town Homes and buildings fallen down Looking high up in the sky Watched the enemy planes pass by Flying like a swarm of bees Sees the search lights in the trees Hand in hand with Auntie Flo Hurries Ginger far below Hear the sirens, feel the quake Wonders where is brother Jake In a trench of mud and rain No one hears his cries of pain Air raid shelters, dark and deep Souls of London, fast asleep Hear the cries and feel the loss Of war time child, Ginger Cross