Somebody loves that boy in fatigues.
Oh me, oh my,
The thought that intrigues.
That boy so forlorn,
That soldier haggard and worn,
In the land of the killing,
And the dying,
Is somebody’s darlin’…
Somewhere, somebody cries for him,
Would gladly die for him,
A mother grieving sentimentally,
A sister missing her brother tearfully,
A daughter loving a father painstakingly
A sweetheart bereft,
Heartache all that’s left.
©Copyright 2001 by Gary Jacobson