Lying low in the trenches deep,
the heat seeks to find a way in.
I pray softly, his soul to keep,
as tears start to fall from my chin.
My darling fights a world away,
lying low in the trenches deep.
He's fighting now, both night and day,
for those at home who gently sleep.
One day soon, in his arms I'll weep,
but now I have only one dream:
lying low in the trenches deep,
the thought of me makes his eyes gleam.
Pulling my mind from reverie,
I draw his old shirt from the heap.
Steam smooths the fabric, steadily
lying low in the trenches deep.