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