Obscura Hail - Widower Lyrics

Muriel, ballerina
Lost her husband in a bloody war
The ashes lay in a cantina
That she pretends to sip as a ritual

Jonathon, wartime hero
You're not with us any more than she

Time decides the widows from widowers
And to have a love to lose is lucky

Grandfather dodged a bullet
Conscription avoided
Only to meet shots down the track

Is it peaceful to go in your sleep?
Because it looked like what was left of him
Was not surrendering but fighting back

As I held his shaking hand
I said I'd see him Sunday
As I held his shaking hand
I said I'd see him someday
As I held his shaking hand
I said I'd see him Sunday
As I held his shaking hand
I said I'd see him someday