The toys that brought joy to her little boy
Are scattered about on the floor;
The sword that his father before him had used
Is gone from its place by the door.
The lad, like is dad, now is sleeping,
Far away, night and day, someone’s weeping.
There’s a little grey mother who waits all alone,
In a chill dreary spot that was once Home, Sweet Home.
While Gen’rals are saying, “This fight must be won!”
She’s sadly praying, “Please send back my son!”
When the battles are over and peace once more reigns,
When the cost and the lost will be known,
Will kings give a thought to the heart-aches they’ve brought
To that little grey mother alone?
Each pray’r that she’d make was just for his sake,
She shared all his joys and his tears;
At thought of his manhood her heart beat with pride,
While dreaming of sweet future years.
But now there’s a brow marked with yearning,
For the boy who will ne’er be returning.
Grossman, Bernard and DeCosta, Harry, "Little Grey Mother Who Waits All Alone, The" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1421.
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