morning, ms. nightingale   i've got oranges for sale   if you want to try them   you have got to buy them      don't you know my father   by the name of walter   he designs your dresses now      evening ms. nightingale   we're all set to unveil   my newest creation   please if you'll be patient      i think you'd be quite taken   by the dress i'm makin'   it's my personal best yet      oh, my dear walter   you're not the kind i long for   i prefer a well-dressed suitor   handsome man with a bright future      well ma'am i must confess   you look dressed to impress   but the man who loves you most   is the shadow of a ghost      of the man he was before   back before the second world war   robbed him of his only wife   and though he lived he lost his life      used to be so happy   when he had a family   then his wife got sick and she died