A second world war song, which I love:

There are two eyes, such blue eyes, a-smiling at me
But they're lonely, as only a woman's may be
For I see all her thoughts are somewhere
Somewhere in France with you

When she's thinking, she's thinking, of no-one but you
Yes she's proud, oh so proud, of the things you will do
I can see all her love is somewhere
Somewhere in France with you

And when your letters come
They bring a smile, a tear,
Each one a sweet souvenir -

Only one of a million who'll never complain
For she knows that the sunshine will follow the rain
All the love in her heart will always be
Somewhere in France with you -
Somewhere in France with you!