THE LORD GIVETH 

 It was an old stone house on a country lane 
Looked like a good place to get out of the rain. 
The roof was half gone and part of a wall 
     But the stone chimney was still standing tall 
 The place looked deserted no one home at all 
  Just a couple dead cows lying in a stall. 

Here in France in nineteen forty four 
The sun never shines,the rain constantly pours. 
So we thought we would go in and build a fire 
  And maybe dry out for a couple of hours. 
   But sometimes you get things you dont desire 
    We had no idea what was going to transpire. 

  So we went in and looked around 
And we were sickened by what we found. 
   A man and woman were laying on a bed 
   Parts of a collapsed wall on their heads 
 When we checked the man was dead 
 And the woman was hanging on by a thread. 

 We could see she wouldnt be long on this earth 
When I pulled the covers back we could see she was giveing birth. 
 Now us four guys thought we were tough 
We could walk around and brag how we were rough. 
  We didnt know anything about this stuff 
 What do you do when fate calls your bluff? 

   I told Vern get me some water and make it hot 
   But I didnt have no idea for what? 
   Then the poor woman let out a sigh 
  And the baby popped out before my eyes. 
  Now your supposed to make a new baby cry 
But nobody ever told me why. 

  When I thought to check the poor woman had died 
Perhaps that is why the baby cried. 
 Us guys were proud what we had done 
 We were godfathers to a little son. 
   We had fought death and we had won 
 We were four happy son of a guns. 

 The little guy was hungry we could tell 
  And he had good lungs cause he could yell. 
 He was about the youngest kid to ride in a jeep 
 On the way back he didnt make a peep 
  He just lay on my lap and went to sleep 
  We gave him to the Red Cross to keep. 
 
~Elmer Ake~