Come live with me and he my love
I have a bomb-proof basement
And a snug cottage just above
Blacked out at every casement
Beneath the camouflage we’ll rove
Hard by a gun emplacement.

Come live with me and be my sweet
And share my humble station
Come grace my reinforced retreat
At least for the duration -
The bombs fall thick on Easy Street,
There’s no exempt location.

Come darling, hand in hand we’ll go
We’ll not be picking berries
We’ll scorn the weather here below
Through Junes and Januarys
For it’s not raining rain you know
It rains incendiaries.