We may be very weary,

In these dark days of war

And say to one another

What are we fighting for?

The answer may be hard to give,

As last time you all know,

We fought for freedom, right to live

With a dreaded foe.

To think we are at war again,

Dreadful thought to know,

This time may be its not in vain,

So onward let us go.

Anxious days may lay ahead,

Bring sorrow or bring pain,

But if we pray with all our might,

We shall have peace again.

Peace will descend upon this land,

When every county’s free,

And every ruler understands

Peace rules not tyranny.

Written by Mary Rose Dury (née Dyer) during the dark days of 1940