There’s a million mothers knocking at the nation’s door, a million mothers, yes and there’ll be millions more; and while within each mother heart they pray, just hark what one brave mother has to say. America, I raised a boy for you. America, you’ll find him staunch and true. Place a gun upon his shoulder, he is ready to die or do. America, he is my only one; my hope, my pride and joy, but if I had another, he would march beside his brother, America, here’s my boy. There’s a million mothers waiting by the fireside bright, a million mothers, waiting for the call tonight. And while within each heart there’ll be a tear, she’ll watch her boy go marching with a cheer.