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Peace And Freedom
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Little Grey Ladies
I wrote this on the day of Jo's mother Pat's funeral.

The TV is on but there's nobody watching
The radio plays in a room down the hall
And they sit there so quietly, patiently waiting
The little grey ladies who sit by the wall

You'd never have known if you'd seen them back then
Those glamorous girls with their handsome young men
Stepping out to a dance or an evening in Town
In a pretty silk dress or their best evening gown

Pat worked in Whitehall for the duration
But when evening came she was there at her station
Up on the roof while the bombs fell all round
Watching for fires down there on the ground

Eileen was to marry a young man called Jack
Who went off to the war and he never came back
Though she waited in vain, still she could not forget
The love that they shared, and she waits for him yet.

The TV is on but there's nobody watching
The radio plays in a room down the hall
As they sit there so quietly, patiently waiting
The little grey ladies who sit by the wall

In '39 Helen escaped from Berlin
With nothing at all but the clothes she stood up in
Came over to England afraid and alone
Knowing her Mother and Father were gone

And she stayed on in London, she lived there for good
And she never went back, 'though she wished that she could
But she never could manage to clear from her mind
Her memories of home and the ones left behind

The TV is on but there's nobody watching
The radio plays in a room down the hall
As they sit there so quietly, patiently waiting
The little grey ladies who sit by the wall

Joan drove a bus while her man worked the mine
And Queenie became the proud mother of nine
Kathleen was a dancer, and Sylvia sang
With Elsie and Dot and the rest of the gang

And you never would guess what they did with their lives
Which ones became lovers and mothers and wives
For to look at them now you would never have known
That the little grey ladies had lives of their own

The TV is on but there's nobody watching
The radio plays in a room down the hall
As they sit there so quietly, patiently waiting
The little grey ladies who sit by the wall

The little grey ladies who sit by the wall
They're not really little grey ladies at all


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