I work down at Shelly's Home
Doesn't pay much, but it pays the bills
Cleanin' floors and hearin' stories all the time
Catherine Bentham, room 3-12
Sweetest soul you ever could meet
I bring her morning coffee every day
She calls me Alma
She thinks I'm her wife
Says to get washed up for supper
'Fore kids get in
She goes on about the people
How she can't believe it's already 1942
She calls me Alma
And that's alright by me
She talks about the clothes on the line in autumn air
Christmas morning and Thanksgiving time
And stories of a family, that I never had
Well sometimes I find myself wishin' I'd been there
When she calls me Alma
She thinks I'm her wife
Says to get washed up for supper
'Fore the kids come inside
She goes on about the weather
How she can't believe it's already 1942
She calls me Alma
And that's alright by me
There's a small white cross on her table
Reads Alma Peregrine, '43
Until she can see her face again
I'm gonna fill in the best I can
When she calls me Alma
She thinks I'm her wife
Says get washed up for supper
'Fore the kids come in
She goes on about the town folk
How she can't believe it's already 1942
She calls me Alma
And that's alright by me
She calls me Alma
And that's alright by me