Lucy, I know what you're going to, going to do. Oh Lucy, look what you're doing, I'm doing it too. Now you're looking for God in exciting new ways. I say trust him at once which is something these days.
Just look through your window, look who sits outside. Little me is waiting, standing through the night. When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout.
War made him a soldier. Little Frankie Mear. Peace left him a loser. The little bombardier. . Lines of worry appeared with age. Unskilled hands that knew no trade.
War made him a soldier. Little Frankie Mear. Peace left him a loser. The little bombardier. Lines of worry appeared with age. Unskilled hands that knew no trade.