Yesterday my little son
Stood at the bedroom door
Tear-stained face but being brave because
I was off to war

You really haven't much to say
To a kid of five
You're his hero all the time
(Though you just want to stay alive)

And so you leave the heavy work
For his Mom to do
A liitle man she'll make of him
'Til Daddys'job is through

And thus it was
(When his turn came)
We had to be strong
For once again
(Way over there)
He heard the hero's song

Now his Mom and I
Walk arm-in arm
Behind the flag-draped bier
Of Baby Son who gave his all
So many miles from here