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Somewhere, Somewhere in France

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Title
Somewhere, somewhere in France - Lyrics
Composer
Brooks, Shelton  
Lyricist
Dunham, Wm. Vaughan  
Publisher
Will Rossiter  
Place of Publication
Chicago (Ill.)  
Lyrics
Somewhere, Somewhere in France Verse: Up on the field of battle a dying soldier lies A nurse beside him kneeling, “have you a friend” she cries? “Just one, who’ll grieve” he answered, “her aching heart will break But she’ll be proud I died for, my country’s sake.” Refrain: Somewhere in France, her bitter tears are falling somewhere in France a quaint old voice is calling I know what’s she’s saying, I can hear her praying, come home my darling boy I want you Please say goodbye, to my old gray haired mother if you should get a chance There are a million others, with poor heartbroken mothers somewhere, somewhere in France. Verse: I know she’ll be heartbroken, but I can see her smile Just say that I was thinking, about her all the while And say I’m proud of mother, and see her dear eyes shine For she’s the bravest soldier, I’m glad she’s mine. 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 19, Folder 10
  • Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_587
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Collection
James Edward Myers World War I Sheet Music Collection

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Title
Somewhere, Somewhere in France
Composer
Brooks, Shelton  
Lyricist
Dunham, Wm. Vaughan  
Publisher
Will Rossiter  
Place of Publication
Chicago (Ill.)  
Year of Publication
1917  
Date of Copyright
1917-01-16
Lyrics
Somewhere, Somewhere in France Verse: Up on the field of battle a dying soldier lies A nurse beside him kneeling, “have you a friend” she cries? “Just one, who’ll grieve” he answered, “her aching heart will break But she’ll be proud I died for, my country’s sake.” Refrain: Somewhere in France, her bitter tears are falling somewhere in France a quaint old voice is calling I know what’s she’s saying, I can hear her praying, come home my darling boy I want you Please say goodbye, to my old gray haired mother if you should get a chance There are a million others, with poor heartbroken mothers somewhere, somewhere in France. Verse: I know she’ll be heartbroken, but I can see her smile Just say that I was thinking, about her all the while And say I’m proud of mother, and see her dear eyes shine For she’s the bravest soldier, I’m glad she’s mine. 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 19, Folder 10
Local Identifier
2014_12996_587
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Collection
James Edward Myers World War I Sheet Music Collection
TitleSomewhere, Somewhere in France
ComposerBrooks, Shelton  
LyricistDunham, Wm. Vaughan  
PublisherWill Rossiter  
Place of PublicationChicago (Ill.)  
Year of Publication1917  
Date of Copyright1917-01-16
LyricsSomewhere, Somewhere in France Verse: Up on the field of battle a dying soldier lies A nurse beside him kneeling, “have you a friend” she cries? “Just one, who’ll grieve” he answered, “her aching heart will break But she’ll be proud I died for, my country’s sake.” Refrain: Somewhere in France, her bitter tears are falling somewhere in France a quaint old voice is calling I know what’s she’s saying, I can hear her praying, come home my darling boy I want you Please say goodbye, to my old gray haired mother if you should get a chance There are a million others, with poor heartbroken mothers somewhere, somewhere in France. Verse: I know she’ll be heartbroken, but I can see her smile Just say that I was thinking, about her all the while And say I’m proud of mother, and see her dear eyes shine For she’s the bravest soldier, I’m glad she’s mine. Refrain
RepositoryUniversity of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
RightsNo Copyright - United States
Original Location
  • Record Series 12/9/96
  • Series 2, Box 19, Folder 10
Local Identifier2014_12996_587
Collection TitleJames Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
CollectionJames Edward Myers World War I Sheet Music Collection

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