I'm writing this down in the trench mums Don't scold if it isn't so neat
The way that you did when I was a kid And I'd come home with mud on my feet
The captain just gave us orders And mum, we will carry them through
And I'll finish this letter the first chance I get
But for now I'll just say I love you Then the mother's old hands began to tremble
And she fought against tears in her eyes But they came unashamed, for there was no
name And she knew that her soldier had died
Then the mother knelt down by her bedside And she prayed, Lord above, hear my plea
And protect all the sons who are fighting tonight And dear God, keep America free
I'm writing this down in the trench mums Don't scold if it isn't so neat