His mother’s eyes are saddened, and her cheeks
are stained with tears,
And I’m facing now the struggle that I’ve
dreaded through the years;
For the boy that was our baby has been changed
into a man.
He’s enlisted in the army as a true American.
He held her for a moment in his arms before
And I watched him as he kissed her, and it
seemed to me I’d choke,
For I knew just what was coming, and I knew
just what he’d done!
‘Another little mother had a soldier for a son.
When we’d pulled ourselves together, and the
first quick tears had dried,
We could see his eyes were blazing with the fire
of manly pride;
We could see his head was higher than it ever
For we had a man to cherish, and our baby was
Oh, I don’t know how to say it! With the sorrow
comes the joy
That there isn’t any coward in the make-up of
And with pride our hearts are swelling, though
with grief they’re also hit,
For the boy that was our baby has stepped
forth to do his bit,