What was sent to the soldier's wife,
Fron the ancient city of Prague?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two, came the high heeled shoes,
From the ancient city of Prague.
What was sent to the soldier's wife,
From Oslo over the Sund?
From Oslo there came her a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur,
From Oslo over the Sund.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam?
From Amsterdam, he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that, in the little dutch hat,
From the wealth of Amsterdam.
What was sent to the soldier's wife,
From Brussels in Belgium land?
From Brussels, he sent her the laces so rare,
To have and to wear, oh those laces so rare,
From Brussels in Belgium land.
What was sent to the soldier's wife,
From Paris, city of light?
In Paris, he got her a silken gown,
It was ended in town, that silken gown,
From Paris, city of light.
What was sent, to the soldier's wife
From the south, from Bukarest?
From Bukarest, he sent her a shirt,
Embroidered in purt, that rumanian shirt,
From the south, from Bukarest.
What was sent to the soldier's wife,
From the far off Russian land?
From Russia they came just a widdows-veil,
For a dead to be veiled in her widdows-veil.
From the far off Russian land,
From the far off Russian land.
Writer(s): Bertold Brecht, Kurt Weill
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