Oh mum, the boys are wearing blue sky shirts again
They’re blowing their horns over the top
Oh mum, can I wake up and play the same?
Why do good things always have to stop?
Oh mum, the girls are weaving their corn gold hair again
They're rocking their babies on the sea shore
Oh mum can I wake up and play the same?
Why is good things here anymore?
Oh mum, the boys have put on brown shirts and arms bands
They're marching the streets like never before
Oh mum, why is daddy wearing a uniform
Has uncle finally found him a job?
Oh mum, black birds have filled our skies and
I don't feel like playing anymore
Oh mum, do we really have to eat that horse
And mum, why are you going out so late?
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