VERSE 1: Marching, marching thro' the misty night,
Peering thro' the dark, longing for a fight.
Tramping stumbling, on the broken ground,
with the tang of battle all around.
While at home the busy needles fly,
Knitting with a smile, Knitting with a sigh,
For their sons, and brothers, Fathers, lovers, too,
They're knitting for soldiers brave and true.
CHORUS: Knitting, knitting, knitting, with the Khaki wool and grey,
Mufflers, socks and Balaclava caps, They are knitting day by day;
Knitting, knitting, knitting, with a pray'r in ev'ry row,
That the ones thay hold in their hearts so dear,
May be guarded as they go.
VERSE 2: Clang and clamor, smoke and dust and death,
Blindly fighting on, catching ev'ry breath.
Comrades dropping down on ev'ry side,
Holding back the seething hostile tide.
But at home loving hands are still
Knitting with their hearts, Knitting with a will,
Knitting for their country, Flag, and solders too;
They're knitting for the ones so brave and true.