Mothers of Men
Yeoman fighting under foreign skies, treading the paths of glory;
Sons and brothers in the years to come, subject of song and story,
And the deeds they’ve done and the deeds they’ll do, prove them all heroes true.
But to who think you is the credit due? Just listen and I’ll tell you.
Mothers of men of England, mothers of Germany,
Mothers of France and Russia, America and Italy.
It is now and it will be forever, here at home or on fields afar,
Oh! It is not the men, but the mothers of men, that make men what they are.
Someday written down on hist’ry’s page, will be the deeds of glory;
Sons and daughters of another age, proudly they’ll read the story,
And their eyes will glow with the pride they show, grand honors to bestow.
But what of the ones, who in vain will wait by castle and cottage gate.