Show FRANCE CALLS TO ME MB I. I Across the tho sea There comes cornea the call call Of France Franca to me I hear the muffled tender sound Bound Of little children underground und Denied bereft of everything The right to play to learn and sing Dear little child chUd Across the sea Ill I'll come to sing slag An And play wi with ill thee n. n From over there I hear the call From France In prayer The women calling for their mate Now widowed by the Huns of Hate Brides homeless childless all aU alone Blone Are brooding oer o'er a pile of stone atone Heroic souls Ill I'll come to share Thy bitter r grief And blind despair III From over sea There cornea comes sad sound From France to me The Tho painful plea of broken bells Now N w shattered by Satanic shells The war-sick war wind that wails walls and whines T Through rough battered Mattered walls of sacred shrines 0 o House of Prayer Where Gods God's yet found Ill I'll help to heal healThy healThy healThy Thy wicked wound IV t Beyond the Seine I 1 hear the cry cryor Of or Franco In pain The shrieks from shell hole trench and wire Men crazed by gas gae and liquid fire Dumb agonies from No-Man's No Land Low groans bene beneath th the surgeons surgeon's hand O 0 stricken land y Where evils reign Thy call to me meIs Is cot In vain HARRY WEBB F FAIRINGTON AIRING TON o n- n |