When The War Is Over

When the war is over

I shall take my lute a-down to it

And sing again songs of the whispering things

Of the whispering things

And those I love, and those I love

Shall know them by their strain

Those I love

When the war is over

And April rainbows win a blackbird's song



Their airs shall be, their airs shall be

The blackbird's twilight song

But it is lonely now, lonely now

In winter, in winter long

And, God, to hear the blackbird

The blackbird sing once more

When the war is over, war is over