Not new, but sadly apropo

Words: Les Barker
Tune: Martin Carthy

HOMES FIT FOR HEROES

They died in their millions, your men at The Somme
And with them died the dreams for the world that they'd come from
A dream of basic freedom and for that they gave their lives
Now all that's left are widows wondering how they will survive.
(OR.. wond’ring when it all arrives.)

Here's your home fit for heroes,
Here's your brand new dawn,
If you make it through the winter
If you wrap up warm.

For heat and light and comfort, security and health
All will be provided, if you pay for it yourself
It's a warm and a caring country if your purse if always full
But if war left you a widow better buy yourself some wool.

Our husband died for freedom, a fine worthy cause
He may have paid for ours today, but we won’t pay for yours.
If you’re old and ailing, plan your ailments in advance;
If you can’t afford them, then you haven’t got a chance

Where are your share options and your directorships?
If you’re not on the gravy train then you have had your chips
Nothing in your pockets and nothing in your purse,
You could sell the family jewels if we hadn’t sold them first.

It's just your misfortune that your husband can't provide
He might have made a living if he hadn't gone and died
So knit yourself some mittens and knit yourself some socks
And save up for your funeral 'cause we won't buy the box.

Recorded, beautifully, by Cockersdale on "Wide Open Skies"