The Happy Pals

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
and smile, smile, smile!

While you´ve a lucifer to light your fag
Smile, boys, that´s the style!

What´s the use worrying?
It never was worth while

So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
and smile, smile, smile!

1915 

Sam Stone came home
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served
Had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don’t stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios

Sam Stone’s welcome home
Didn’t last too long
He went to work when he’d spent his last dime
And Sam, he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin’ other peoples’ clothes

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don’t stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
There was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero’s hill

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don’t stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios

1971

Till then, my darling, please wait for me
Till then, no matter when it will be
Some day, I know I’ll be back again
Please wait, till then

Our dreams will live though we are apart
Our love, I know it’ll keep in our hearts
Till then, when of the world will be free
Please wait for me

Although there are oceans we must cross
And mountains that we must climb
I know every gain must have a loss
So pray that our loss is nothing but time

Till then, let’s dream of what there will be
Till then, we’ll call on each memory
Till then, when I will hold you again
Please wait till then

1944

Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu
When the clouds roll by I’ll come to you
Then the skies will seem more blue
Down in Lover’s Lane, my dearie

Wedding bells will ring so merrily
Ev’ry tear will be a memory
So wait and pray each night for me
Till we meet again

1918

We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

Keep smiling through, just like you always do
Till the blue skies chase the dark clouds far away

Now won’t you please say Hello to the folks that I know
Tell them it won’t be long
They’ll be happy to know that when you saw me go
I was singing this song:

We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day.

1939

There’ll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.

There’ll be love and laughter,
And peace ever after,
Tomorrow when the world is free.

The shepherd will flock his sheep,
The valley will bloom again.
And Cliffy will go to sleep
In his own little room again.

There’ll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.

1941