435 www.on.legion.ca ONTARIO COMMAND Never Move On Twas’ the summer bloom of 38’ Your warmth shines bright as you awake The comfort of your gentle hand Our perfect life in our northern homeland Newlywed, your mother filled with elation Bought our first home, proud citizens of our nation We dreamt, we worked, talked about children of our own Oh how I wish I could have known Twas’ the creeping autumn of 39’ The maples stained red like your favorite wine My blood runs cold as I held the news The war had begun against the Jews Envisioning such evil was quite unfathomable I grasp for your embrace, the situation unimaginable Weeks marched on, morning sickness arose We would have a little girl, by the name of Rose Named by your favorite flower, romantic as can be New father quite ecstatic, for what our future would see I didn’t yet know the desolation of being alone Oh how I wish I could have known Twas’ the bittersweet summer of 40’ You stood with a poignant starkness in melancholy One look in your eyes and I instantly knew The conscription arrived, there was nothing I could do The midsummer day drew to an end As did our time together, the last we would spend “Promise me you’ll come home” I cried with bleakness in my tone Oh how I wish I could have known Twas a frigid winter evening in ’43 As the man approached the doorstep I collapsed to my knees A widow shattered and broken, I knew you were gone Oh how I know I will never move on
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