One day as morning shed its glow
Across the eastern sky
A boy and girl in accents low In a garden said “Goodbye!”
She said “Remember as you stray,
When each must do his share,
The flowers blooming here today
Are emblems over there!”
Somewhere in France is the Lily,
Close by the English Rose;
Somewhere in France is a sweetheart,
Facing the battle’s chance,
For the flow’r of our youth fights for freedom and truth
Somewhere in France
Each morning in that garden fair,
Where sweetest perfumes dwell,
The lassie whispers low a pray’r
For the flowr’s she loves so well.
And over there as night draws near,
Amid the shot and flame,
Unto the flag he holds so dear,
A soldier breathes her name.
Howard, Jos. E. and Johnson, Philander, "Somewhere In France Is The Lily" (1917). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1282.
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