| Well, it filled her old heart full of joy |
| But she didn’t know 'til she read the inside |
| It was the last one from her darling boy |
| «Dear Mom,» was the way that it started |
| «I miss you so much,» it went on |
| «And Mom, I didn’t know that I loved you so |
| But I’ll prove it when this war is won» |
| «I'm writing this down in a trench, Mom |
| So don’t scold if it isn’t so neat |
| For you know as you did when I was a kid |
| And would come home with mud on my feet» |
| «Well, the captain just gave us our orders |
| And Mom, we will carry them through |
| I’ll finish this letter the first chance I get |
| But for now I’ll just say I love you» |
| Then the mother’s old hands began to tremble |
| As she fought against tears in her eyes |
| For they came unashamed, there was no name |
| And she knew that her darlin' had died |
| That night as she knelt down by her bedside |
| She prayed, «Lord above, hear my plea |
| Protect all the sons who are fighting tonight |
| And dear God, keep America free» |