Station Street

The kids from Station Street

Don't play 'round here no more

She doesn't exactly understand

But it's something to do with the war

So she learned some tunes on piano

She's very good for her age

But sometimes she pounds the keys

With her tiny fists in a rage

She doesn't exactly understand

But it's something to do with the war

Like when Aunt Mary took her to O'Riley's caff

He said "I can't serve your kind in here

So don't go coming back"

So she took to painting pictures

Such a promising child

But sometimes the pictures she paints

Are ugly and wild

She doesn't exactly understand

But it's something to do with the war

So she prays to the statues on Sundays

She says "please won't you give me a sign

If there's any sense to this

Move your hand or wink an eye"

But the statues are cold and stony faced

Like the soldiers by the door

She doesn't understand anything at all

Anything at all