Grannie, will I love a Dead Man.
Maybe a dead soldier, Grannie?
Maybe he’ll be dead after I’ve sung a hymn.
Grannie please don’t tell me lies.
I don’t know what love is yet but,
I still do know what a lie is.
There is no war is a lie of course.
Of course there will be a hope of no war, yet, please.
But still, even I love him alive.
Some day I want to believe he’ll be dead after me,
Grannie. Because I love him and he loves me.
I don’t know if it is rhymed but it is not my mother tongue, you know 😉