Slowly the train chugged away
Slowly moving day by day
I dare not cry
I know someone out there will die
I had my Teddy in my arm
We’re going to stay on a farm
“ Good-bye Mum “ I say quietly
Are we really going to be ’ Evacuees ‘ ?
After six years we return home
For a second I think I’ll be left alone
Suddenly I hear my name
“ Mummy, Daddy, we’re home again
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