Upon that early summer morn
a young boy soldier was to be born
Hail hail, said his father with a cigar
me and this boy ought to go far.

As each and every summertime passed
his father knew his childhood wouldn't last
As the letter came through the door
he knew his son was off to war

His mamma cried, his father sobbed
the young boy's innocence was to be robbed
Why oh why? said his father
but it wasn't long for that front line

The shells fell, the bombs blast
he knew he wouldn't last
As he stood, for his last charge
a stray bullet hit his gullet

The letter dropped on the floor
his father knew from before
We are so sorry to inform you
the young boy soldier is no more

A silent tear, held back with fear
the young boy soldier was laid to rest
My son, my son, his father wept
I wish you had never left