Grannie, will I love a Dead Man?

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 😉