The kids from Station Street   don't play 'round here no more   She doesn't exactly understand   but it's something to do with the war   So she learned some tunes on piano   She's very good for her age   But, sometimes, she pounds the keys   with her tiny fists in a rage   She doesn't exactly understand   but it's something to do with the war      Like when Aunt Mary took her to O'Riley's caff   He said "I can't serve your kind in here,   so don't go coming back"   So she took to painting pictures   Such a promising child   But, sometimes, the pictures she paints   are ugly and wild   She doesn't exactly understand   but it's something to do with the war      So she prays to the statues on Sundays   She says "please, won't you give me a sign?   If there's any sense to this,   move your hand or wink an eye"   But the statues are cold and stony faced   like the soldiers by the door   She doesn't understand anything at all   Anything at all   Anything at all