There's a grey horizon
And the sun don't shine
When the bombs are flying
During blackout time
Mommy and Daddy met then
Springtime '42
Daddy was a driver on the busses
That's where he met her
The War was just about half-way through
People holding onto each other
In the darkness
You had to feel your way home
Everyone was doing it
Lots of babies being born
Mama told me
She couldn't dance the night away
At the street parties, she was carrying me
Oh, and it wouldn't be long
Daddy said there were celebrations
Till the dawn
At the street parties, just after the war
Just before I was born
Then a grey horizon met a blue, blue sky
And the bombs stopped falling
No more would die
A blue horizon, blue sky
September morning, I opened my eyes