When the war began, she worked in an office and played the violin on her own time But the winter came in on marching feet, she met him and was gone He was gallant, he was fine Turned the summer days to wine
She came from a small town near Turino She wore a white dress and the church was very large In the town square a garden grew flowers that could push even through the snow And like the flowers she was free She had no one to please
The summer passed away, he was called to the front Wrote two letters but no more His child she could feel, but did not allow herself to have And she remembered in the night a little girl in white
The war stood like a cloud with many brave officers and she knew them all But their gallant white horses grew muddy and gray And in the garden in the town Marching soldiers pushed the flowers down
The war came to an end and there were no longer summer days or wine And she worked in an office but did not play the violin on her own time