The Summer of ’44

Any songwriter knows good songs don’t always come easy. They also don’t always turn out right the first time.

There have been a few of my songs where the original idea has been good, but my execution was a bit below par. In some cases I’ve given up at this point, but in others I’ve come back to the song months or even years later and tried to make it the song it could be.

The song I’d like to share with you today is in exactly that category.

I first had the idea for “The Summer of ’44” when I was about sixteen. I had a bash at writing it but was never very happy with it. So it’s sat there for at least six years, just waiting for me to be ready to come back to it again. Tonight was that moment.

I’m not going to talk too much about what the song is about, because it’s pretty self explanatory and I don’t believe in spoilers. The audio quality of my recording is pretty terrible, so the lyrics are below if you can’t make them out at times.

Hope you like it! 🙂

The Summer of ’44

You sit down to write him a letter
Wishing life would get a little better
But maybe the war will end soon
And bring him home to you

The nights are long and the days are slow
And your rations always seem to be low
Five months is far too long
To be apart from someone you love

You don’t know how you’re gonna get
From one day to the next
But you do know that you’ll never forget
The summer of forty four

[chorus]
Always waiting for the letter telling you he’s coming home
Always hoping things will get better each day you turn on the radio
You listen for the words “the war is over”
Children hunt for four-leaf-clover
You hope that they’ll remember life before
The summer of forty four

Now the water supply is going down
And the fields on the farm are brown
Tom gets sick and you can’t afford the doctor
Money is running lower than the water

You don’t know how you’re gonna get
From one day to the next
You wonder if anyone will ever forget
The summer of forty four

[chorus]
Always waiting for the letter telling you he’s coming home
Always hoping things will get better each day you turn on the radio
You listen for the words “the war is over”
Children hunt for four-leaf-clover
You wish you could remember life before
The summer of forty four

You remember the death of your baby brother
You remember the day you became a mother
And you remember too well the day he left
There are some things you can never forget

One day there comes a letter
But this one won’t make anything better
You know what it says before you read it
But you just don’t want to hear it

Now you know you’ll never get
From one day to the next
And you pray to God to help you forget
The summer of forty four

[chorus]
Always re-reading the letter telling you of the final blow
Remembering when you were together, knowing he’s never coming home
Sometimes you think it must be a dream
The children ask you if it’s real
You wish they didn’t have to endure
The summer of forty four

Oh, the summer of forty four

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