Somewhere in France with You - Vera Lynn, Ambrose & His Orchestra

I meet a someone each day

Who’s never sad, who’s always gay

I know she’s acting a part

You can see what goes on in her heart

There are two eyes, such blue eyes, a-smiling at me

Yet, they’re lonely as only a woman’s can be

For I see all her thoughts are somewhere

Somewhere in France with you

While she’s talking, she’s talking of no one but you

She’s so 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

Every beat of that heart will always be

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

Every beat of that heart will always be

Somewhere in France with you