| I was beautiful, my Jackie told me so
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| But that was long ago, and far away
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| But I was beautiful; |
| he was my soldier boy
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| We had one taste of joy, then they sent him away
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| And I was terrified, I sat up half my nights
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| The radio said the fights were terrible, many were slain
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| And then, that golden day, I answered the telephone
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| My soldier boy was home, home safe again
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| And we went to the pictures, and we went to the sea
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| We had a life of our own to live, my Jackie and me
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| Oh, the summers came and went, and the children grew
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| I was still beautiful to him and love was still new
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| We were older now, the children moved away
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| Then came the longed-for day when Jackie retired
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| At first, he seemed content, he did some gardening
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| There was a garden swing that he rewired
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| But as the time went by, he seemed to drift away
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| He found it hard to pay attention, his memory grew dim
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| The kids all rallied ‘round, they loved their daddy so
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| He didn’t seem to know, they were strangers to him
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| Though we’d been to the pictures, and we’d been to the sea
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| We’d had a life of our own to live, my Jackie and me
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| Oh, the summers had come and gone and the children grew
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| I was still beautiful to him and love was still new
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| I was terrified and I was all alone
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| The children had their homes; |
| I know that’s life
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| And my soldier boy, who used to kiss my hands
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| Now fails to understand that I’m even his wife
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| He sits and stares at me, and there is nothing there
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| He doesn’t seem to care what happens to him or to me
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| But I was beautiful; |
| he was my soldier boy
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| We had our taste of joy in my own memory
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| But did we go to the pictures; |
| did we go to the sea
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| Did we have a life of our own, my Jackie and me
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| Oh, the summers came and went, and the children grew
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| Was I ever beautiful to him
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| Was love ever new
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| Was I ever beautiful to him
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| Was love ever new |