Radio War

G D Did the wine make her dream G Of the far distant spring G D Or a bed full of hens G D Or the ghost of a friend G D All the while that she wept G D She had a gun by her bed G D And a letter he wrote G D From a dry, foundered boat C D And the train track will take G C All the wounded ones home C D And I’ll be alone G D Fare thee well Sara Jones G D Now we lie on the floor G D While the radio war G D Finds its way through the air G D Of the dead market square G D And the beast never seen G D Licks it’s red talons clean G D Sara curses the cold G D G "No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"