The Tourist Company 1945 lyrics

All at once
Silence fell, the quiet felt like thunder in my head
I composed, a line or two of something new to cousins overseas

All the days and darkest nights
The longest trips, the purest frights are far behind
Are far behind

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh I suppose
We could find our peace of mind within the south of France
We could tend
The vines ourselves, revive the shelves of old simplicity

All the days and darkest nights

The longest trips, the purest frights are far behind
Are far behind

All that we have waited for
The end is here, the end!
The war is far behind
Is far behind

You won't ever be alone
You won't ever be alone
Not on your own
Not on your own