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Some mother's son lies in a field |
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Someone has killed some mother's son today |
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Head blown up by some soldier's gun |
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While all the mothers stand and wait |
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Some mother's son ain't coming home today |
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Some mothers son ain't got no grave |
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Two soldiers fighting in a trench |
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One soldier glances up to see the sun |
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And dreams of games he played when he was young |
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And then his friend calls out his name |
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It stops his dream and as he turns his head |
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A second later he is dead |
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Some mother's son lies in a field |
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Back home they put his picture in a frame |
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But all dead soldiers look the same |
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While all the parents stand and wait |
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To meet their children coming home from school |
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Some mother's son is lying dead |
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Somewhere someone is crying |
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Someone is trying to be so brave |
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But still the world keeps turning |
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Though all the children have gone away |
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Some mother's son lies in a field |
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But in his mother's eyes he looks the same |
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As on the day he went away |
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They put his picture on the wall |
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They put flowers in the picture frame |
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Some mothers memory remains |
