Poor Shirley   She must hide her tears   For nobody wants to see them   Surely it will break her heart   Time passes as she waits for a friend      We'll take all the doubtful ones in the fight   And make them hold off 'til the spring   Take hold of their hallowed souls   And save them from pain   All of the pain   Save ourselves from all of the pain      Dearly held are the friends   Left in the years and lost in the war   Dearly held are the loves    Save for the ones you lose on your own      Stars will light up the lonely nights   Harbor lights   Making us believe in the love   So struck by the hope of the harmony   Leaving the sorrow   Gently      Poor Shirley   She must hide her tears   For nobody wants to see them   Surely she will win a heart   Time passes as she waits for the wind