Mrs Mancini

Life does not go by without some challenge to face
And where sorrow is for laughter there is no space
Poor Mrs Mancini her hair silver gray
Weeps for her dead husband on her saddest day

As a young newly wed couple in nineteen fifty three
She and her husband Giovanni migrated to Melbourne from Milan in Italy
Where they raised their daughters Anna and Marie
Who now are grandmothers in their family.

Giovanni to Claudia was a good husband and to him she was a devoted wife
And together they did enjoy a happy life
But today in the cemetery with her family around her she was in tears
For the loss of her husband and her happier years

The sobbing of sorrow is such a sad sound
And where it is laughter is not to be found
Life does have it's sad times it does seem this way
Poor Mrs Mancini is grieving today.