Текст песни When The War Is Over

When the war is over I shall take my lute a-down to it And sing again songs of the whispering things Of the whispering things And those I love, and those I love Shall know them by their strain Those I love When the war is over And April rainbows win a blackbird's song Their airs shall be, their airs shall be The blackbird's twilight song But it is lonely now, lonely now In winter, in winter long And, God, to hear the blackbird The blackbird sing once more When the war is over, war is over 1