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The Little Grey Mother Who Waits All Alone - Lyrics
Composer
De Costa, Harry
Lyricist
Grossman, Bernie
Publisher
M. Witmark & Sons
Place of Publication
New York (N.Y.)
Lyrics
The Little Grey Mother Who Waits All Alone Verse: The toys that brought joy to her little boy Are scattered about on the floor. The sword at his father before him had used Is gone from its place by the door. The lad, like his dad, now is sleeping, Far away, night and day, someone’s weeping. Refrain: There’s a little grey mother who waits all alone In a chill, dreary spot that was once home sweet home. While gen’rals are saying, “This fight must be won!” She’s sadly praying, “Please send back my son!” When the battles are over and peace once more reigns, When the cost and the lost will be known, Will kings give a thought to the heartaches they’ve brought To that little grey mother alone? Verse: Each pray’r that she’d make was just for his sake, She shared all his joys and his tears. At the thought of his manhood her heart beat with pride, While dreaming of his sweet future years. But now there’s a brow marked with yearning, For the boy who will never be returning. Refrain
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 3
Local Identifier
2014_12996_453
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
The Little Grey Mother Who Waits All Alone Verse: The toys that brought joy to her little boy Are scattered about on the floor. The sword at his father before him had used Is gone from its place by the door. The lad, like his dad, now is sleeping, Far away, night and day, someone’s weeping. Refrain: There’s a little grey mother who waits all alone In a chill, dreary spot that was once home sweet home. While gen’rals are saying, “This fight must be won!” She’s sadly praying, “Please send back my son!” When the battles are over and peace once more reigns, When the cost and the lost will be known, Will kings give a thought to the heartaches they’ve brought To that little grey mother alone? Verse: Each pray’r that she’d make was just for his sake, She shared all his joys and his tears. At the thought of his manhood her heart beat with pride, While dreaming of his sweet future years. But now there’s a brow marked with yearning, For the boy who will never be returning. Refrain
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 3
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_453
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
The Little Grey Mother Who Waits All Alone Verse: The toys that brought joy to her little boy Are scattered about on the floor. The sword at his father before him had used Is gone from its place by the door. The lad, like his dad, now is sleeping, Far away, night and day, someone’s weeping. Refrain: There’s a little grey mother who waits all alone In a chill, dreary spot that was once home sweet home. While gen’rals are saying, “This fight must be won!” She’s sadly praying, “Please send back my son!” When the battles are over and peace once more reigns, When the cost and the lost will be known, Will kings give a thought to the heartaches they’ve brought To that little grey mother alone? Verse: Each pray’r that she’d make was just for his sake, She shared all his joys and his tears. At the thought of his manhood her heart beat with pride, While dreaming of his sweet future years. But now there’s a brow marked with yearning, For the boy who will never be returning. Refrain
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 3
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_453
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986