D                    A
When Lola was born the First World War
              Em    F#m     G
Had only just ended 3 years before
     D            A
In ’77 she took a flight
                        Em             F#m    G
She told a reporter who asked her that it was alright
   D                      A
2002 is the year that she died
                Em            F#m        G
She lived in Manhattan on the Upper West Side
                   Em                F#m           G
If you look on the web that’s almost all that will show
                        A        D
There once was a Lola       Aglialoro

[Verse 2]
           D                 A
She always said she was from England
              Em                 F#m           G
But after she died I learned she came from the mainland
               D                             A
The last Kindertransport was the one shе was on
                  Em               F#m       G
And she spent her youth thеn being bombed in London
          D                     A
She met a soldier, followed him back
                  Em      F#m            G
How many kids she raised, who could keep track
              Em               F#m          G
Only 2 of her own, but so many others would follow
                A        D
My nanny Lola       Aglialoro

[Verse 3]
           D              A
She always said she never had
                   Em             F#m          G
A problem with the gangsters they said were so bad
                D                    A
She would laugh loudly, as she often did
                      Em             F#m           G
Saying I knew all the gangsters when they were wee kids
                 D                  A
She said not one child should be forsaken
        Em            F#m                G
Maybe because her own childhood had been taken
           Em     F#m      G
A woman of joy, a woman of sorrow
                    A        D
A lady named Lola       Aglialoro

[Verse 4]
          D                  A
As I grew up I still kept in touch
                    Em              F#m     G
With this woman who had affected so many so much
           D                      A
My lady of laughter, my mother of mirth
              Em                  F#m          G
Who seemed to know so deeply what laughter was worth
                     D                        A
There’s no Stumbling Stone to recall when she came
                 Em               F#m            G
And she long ago changed both her first and last name
                  Em              F#m             G
But now there’s a song so someone out there might know
                        A        D
There was once a Lola       Aglialoro