Victory Girls

I ring your bell in the evening

And I read every book on your shelf

I arise out of the mountain

To send you to sleep (your willows to weep)

Your wheels to whirl (those mothers of pearl)

Those victory girls

Those victory girls

They count your falling stars

And measure your pain

And in the lonely hour they make you rain

(Ooh, ahh...)

Fever sleeps on buses to Oldtown

It's walking round the crumbling rooves

Hand to hand they wait in the trenches

From Belgium to France (they slowly advance)

The story unfurls (like ribbons and curls)

Those victory girls

Those victory girls

They count my lucky stars and measure my pain

And in my loneliest hour they make it rain

Ooh, ahh...

Ooh, ahh...

Ooh, ahh...