When they sound the last all clear,
How happy my darling we'll be,
When they turn up the lights,
And those sad lonely nights,
Are only a memory.
Never more we'll be apart
Always together sweetheart
For the peace bells will ring
And the whole world will sing,
When they sound the last all clear.


. . . . and the ANZAC variation . . .
When they send the last Yank home,
How lonely some women will be.
When they turn out the lights,
There'll be long, lonely nights,
All those good times just a memory.
Evermore they'll be alone,
Those women no Aussie would own.
All they'll have are some clothes
And a kid who talks through its nose,
When they send the last Yank home