Mrs. Jensen Sits Alone

Lyrics
Mrs. Jensen lives alone as the years roll on With her faded photographs and the memories of times gone The face of her husband, Bill stares at the mantleshelf She sits and remembers him as he was then, all by herself She does not understand, the country took her man Oh what a cruel world, isn't it a shame That's it's not given to those who lose to understand the game He was always so good to hеr and gentle with their son Richard and shе lived in the house alone while he went to carry a gun Then one morning, the telegram came and with it, her hopes died The boy, Richard was aready at school, so she just sat in the kitchen and cried She could not comprehend, her husbands life at an end Oh what a cruel world, isn't it a shame That's it's not given to those who lose to understand the game And the neighbours thought her very strange "She never talks to us" they said And as for the house, it hasn't been cleaned since god knows when Poor old soul In time, she resigned herself and Richard grew to be a man And every rememberance Sunday, they'd walk hand in hand See William Alfred-Edward Jensen carved in stone Yet as she stood amidst, the boy scouts bowed in silence, she felt so, all alone Richard got married that year, moved to a bigger house out at Schick Oh what a cruel world, isn't it a shame That's it's not given to those who lose to understand the game Richard had a good job overseas and he was getting ahead Working for an oil company, "Well head manager" he said Then a flash fire, and explosion, he never had time Another telegram, Mrs. Jensen sits alone, quietly waits to die She wants to be with them, there's nothing left for her here Oh what a cruel world, isn't it a shame That's it's not given to those who lose to understand the game
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Credits
- Writers
- Jerry St. Clair