Even though the darkest clouds are in the sky

There’s something burning
I’ve got to wash my hands
Don’t worry darling
My hands are made of glass

Mother (x 10)

My dress is burning
I think they took my tongue
Don’t worry darling
I’ve got to wash my hands

I was born for this fight

Mother (x 5)
I want to come home now

The war is ended in me
I set me and my kid free (x 3)

Mother (x 5)
I want to come home

Even though the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn’t sigh and you mustn’t cry