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Mother Pays It All Verse: There’s a vacant chair beside the daily table, left by the boy who went away to war
There’s a mother old but glad that she was able to give him for the cause he’s fighting for. There’s his picture that is hanging in her bedroom, ev’ry night when twilight shades begin to creep, Then her thoughts they wander over to the trenches, as she prays to God that his dear soul he’ll keep. Refrain: No one knows how much she suffers, on her face there is a smile, To hide the heart that’s breaking for her loved one all the while, And now the war is over, credit will on gen’rals fall, But the price at stake for freedom’s sake, the mother pays it all. Verse: See her waiting by the window for a letter, from the boy who was so proud to shoulder arms
For a line from him will make that sad heart better, to know her boy is well and safe from harm. See the postman he has handed her a message, she reads it all with just a single glance, All it says your boy has surely done his dut
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 17, Folder 10
Local Identifier
2014_12996_428
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
For a line from him will make that sad heart better, to know her boy is well and safe from harm. See the postman he has handed her a message, she reads it all with just a single glance, All it says your boy has surely done his dut
There’s a mother old but glad that she was able to give him for the cause he’s fighting for. There’s his picture that is hanging in her bedroom, ev’ry night when twilight shades begin to creep, Then her thoughts they wander over to the trenches, as she prays to God that his dear soul he’ll keep. Refrain: No one knows how much she suffers, on her face there is a smile, To hide the heart that’s breaking for her loved one all the while, And now the war is over, credit will on gen’rals fall, But the price at stake for freedom’s sake, the mother pays it all. Verse: See her waiting by the window for a letter, from the boy who was so proud to shoulder arms
Mother Pays It All Verse: There’s a vacant chair beside the daily table, left by the boy who went away to war
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 17, Folder 10
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_428
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
For a line from him will make that sad heart better, to know her boy is well and safe from harm. See the postman he has handed her a message, she reads it all with just a single glance, All it says your boy has surely done his dut
There’s a mother old but glad that she was able to give him for the cause he’s fighting for. There’s his picture that is hanging in her bedroom, ev’ry night when twilight shades begin to creep, Then her thoughts they wander over to the trenches, as she prays to God that his dear soul he’ll keep. Refrain: No one knows how much she suffers, on her face there is a smile, To hide the heart that’s breaking for her loved one all the while, And now the war is over, credit will on gen’rals fall, But the price at stake for freedom’s sake, the mother pays it all. Verse: See her waiting by the window for a letter, from the boy who was so proud to shoulder arms
Mother Pays It All Verse: There’s a vacant chair beside the daily table, left by the boy who went away to war
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 17, Folder 10
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_428
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986