Son Oh Son

Home is far, so far away Dear country calls Distant bases will be brimming with men who rise, who march who run, who fall for country Blood is the price for peace Peace is like the rain, coming and going, and going and coming When country calls, Son must part then Goodbyes said, tears shed, and Son must part then Her sunlight will be dimming, her laughter ending like a song, like a dream When country calls Men will be bleeding on every front, on every field where children once played, Where life like flowers once thrived Because country called He left, he saw, he returns Statue-still in a coffin wrapped in flag Country and glory have become one But a woman's heart is drowning in grief Son, Son, O! Son She sees only the coming coffin wrapped in flag