Wartime Lovers - Rose Windows

As the wheels all turn, and the noon Sun burns

A story rolls off this tongue, it extols

The miles between, your son;

your child

Remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive

This evening brought his end;

his time

No tears from grief

Just a Virgin for his shrine

A floral wreath

And the shame for his crime

Remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive

Across these wide oceans—smoke blacks out innocent days

So old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey

Gently escape or let them live on in you

He sang this song to young olive eyes

And took her hand across the burning sands

From desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive

They were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died

Across these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent days

So old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey

Gently escape and let them live on in you