The Shade of the Pines

Where are you going little fellow? To the first grade dear mother of mine I shall learn what they are teaching Under the shade of these pines Where are you going young fellow? To high school dear mother of mine To deal with a lot more studies Under the shade of these pines Where are you going young soldier? Overseas to fight dear mother of mine To answer the call of my country To keep you free under the shade of these pines Where are you going wounded soldier? Back home dear mother of mine To drink myself into a stupor Underneath the shade of these pines Where are you going old man? To bury this dear mother of mine She could not grieve any longer As we laid her under the shade of these pines Where are you going old soldier? To join that dear mother of mine I gave my all when they came to call Now I lay neath the shade of the pines