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
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