Even Though the Darkest Clouds
Even though the darkest clouds are in the sky
There's something burning
I've got to wash my hands
Don't worry darling
My hands are made of glass
Mother
My dress is burning
I think they took my tongue
Don't worry darling
I've got to wash my hands
I was born for this fight
Mother
I want to come home now
The war is ended in me
I set me and my kid free
Mother
I want to come home
Even though the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
There's something burning
I've got to wash my hands
Don't worry darling
My hands are made of glass
Mother
My dress is burning
I think they took my tongue
Don't worry darling
I've got to wash my hands
I was born for this fight
Mother
I want to come home now
The war is ended in me
I set me and my kid free
Mother
I want to come home
Even though the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
Credits
Writer(s): Katrina Jane Garside, Chris Whittingham
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