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There's A Service Flag Flying At Our House - Lyrics
Composer
Brown, A. W.
Lyricist
Hoier, Thomas
Grossman, Bernie
Publisher
Joe Morris Music Co.
Place of Publication
New York (N.Y.)
Lyrics
There’s a Service Flag Flying at Our House Verse: See the people running, hear the rum-tum-tumming, military music fills the air. Ev’ryone is waiting, hearts are palpitating, flags are flying ev’rywhere. Of ev’ry allied nation, from nearly all creation, their banners wave from ev’ry staff and dome, But the one I love to see, that means so much to me, is the flag that’s flying at home. Refrain: There’s a service flag flying at our house, a blue star in a field of red and white. Father is so proud of what his boy has done, there’s a tear in mother’s smile and she murmurs “my son,” Perhaps he may return with fame and glory, but if by chance we lose him in the fight, There’ll be a service flag flying at our house and a new star in heaven that night, there’s a night. Verse: There beside old glory, telling all our story, until the end, that flag is going to fly. We are proud to show it, want the world to know it, we will do or we will die. There’s a million others, giving sons and brothers,
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 20, Folder 8
Local Identifier
2014_12996_674
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
There’s a Service Flag Flying at Our House Verse: See the people running, hear the rum-tum-tumming, military music fills the air. Ev’ryone is waiting, hearts are palpitating, flags are flying ev’rywhere. Of ev’ry allied nation, from nearly all creation, their banners wave from ev’ry staff and dome, But the one I love to see, that means so much to me, is the flag that’s flying at home. Refrain: There’s a service flag flying at our house, a blue star in a field of red and white. Father is so proud of what his boy has done, there’s a tear in mother’s smile and she murmurs “my son,” Perhaps he may return with fame and glory, but if by chance we lose him in the fight, There’ll be a service flag flying at our house and a new star in heaven that night, there’s a night. Verse: There beside old glory, telling all our story, until the end, that flag is going to fly. We are proud to show it, want the world to know it, we will do or we will die. There’s a million others, giving sons and brothers,
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 20, Folder 8
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_674
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
There’s a Service Flag Flying at Our House Verse: See the people running, hear the rum-tum-tumming, military music fills the air. Ev’ryone is waiting, hearts are palpitating, flags are flying ev’rywhere. Of ev’ry allied nation, from nearly all creation, their banners wave from ev’ry staff and dome, But the one I love to see, that means so much to me, is the flag that’s flying at home. Refrain: There’s a service flag flying at our house, a blue star in a field of red and white. Father is so proud of what his boy has done, there’s a tear in mother’s smile and she murmurs “my son,” Perhaps he may return with fame and glory, but if by chance we lose him in the fight, There’ll be a service flag flying at our house and a new star in heaven that night, there’s a night. Verse: There beside old glory, telling all our story, until the end, that flag is going to fly. We are proud to show it, want the world to know it, we will do or we will die. There’s a million others, giving sons and brothers,
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 20, Folder 8
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_674
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986