Lovingless Day 1918

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 12 Feb 2003

Years ago a man named Sherman
said that war was - well!
I'll tell you but I never talk that way;
he'd find out that those words he spoke
were far from being any joke
if he could see our troubles here today.
Now each day that comes, I guess,
is something or otherless
because of that war 'cross the sea,
but will I find I'm missin'
all my huggin' and kissin'?
Gee! That's what is troublin' me.

For Tuesdays are meatless
and Wednesdays are wheatless,
my home it is heatless,
my bed it is sheetless;
Now I don't care if all the bars are treatless,
or if I must even sleep or eat less.
I live in sorrow,
in fear of tomorrow,
I'm worried till my hair is grey;
for what will I do
if they spring something new
and it comes to a lovingless day?

For Tuesdays are meatless
and Wednesdays are wheatless,
my home it is heatless,
my bed it is sheetless;
Now I don't care if all the bars are treatless,
or if I must even sleep or eat less.
I live in sorrow,
in fear of tomorrow,
I'm worried till my hair is grey;
for what will I do
if they spring something new
and it comes to a lovingless day?

Sherman said a whole lot when
he said that war was - well!
The place where
Kaiser Wilhelm soon will go;
'Twas said before the war began,
and Sherman was a married man,
so you'll admit that Sherman
ought to know.
Now if I must do without
the things that I'm crazy 'bout,
then I will be ready for war.
And I'll fight for my lovin'
and my sweet turtle dovin'
till I get them both back once more.

For Tuesdays are meatless
and Wednesdays are wheatless,
my home it is heatless,
my bed it is sheetless;
Now I don't care if all the bars are treatless,
or if I must even sleep or eat less.
I live in sorrow,
in fear of tomorrow,
I'm worried till my hair is grey;
for what will I do
if they spring something new
and it comes to a lovingless day?

For Tuesdays are meatless
and Wednesdays are wheatless,
my home it is heatless,
my bed it is sheetless;
Now I don't care if all the bars are treatless,
or if I must even sleep or eat less.
I live in sorrow,
in fear of tomorrow,
I'm worried till my hair is grey;
for what will I do
if they spring something new
and it comes to a lovingless day?

Soft karaoke
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Lovingless Day 1918
Words and Music by Jack Frost
copyright MCMXVIII by Frank K. Reed and Co.
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Wednesday 12 February 2003 at 13.46
in association with Doug Grierson
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