Dear Lucy,
Life for me has not been a walk in
I went to war cos I needed to sta
Or rather To serve my country, in
And you said you understood my dec

You’re blown by the wind
Like a featherweight cotton,
Your eyes are half shut sometimes
Like you’re lying about liking it,
Your hair you throw back

To my wife Lucy,
Forget me not oh beauty,
in the days that i have duty,
please I pray thee,
don’t forget me Lucy;