Just a picture on a table, just some letters Mama saved
And a costume brooch from England that has on the back engraved
"To Eileen, I love you, London, 1943"
But she never heard from him again, and he never heard of me.
And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who brought her
Silver medals and sweet memories.
In Mama's bedroom closet, to this day on her top shelf
There's a flag folded 3-cornered, layin' by itself
The sergeant would surely be honored to know how pretty she still is
And after all these lonely years, his Eileen still lives.
And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who brought her
Silver medals and sweet memories.
The young face of someone who brought her
Silver medals and sweet memories
And a costume brooch from England that has on the back engraved
"To Eileen, I love you, London, 1943"
But she never heard from him again, and he never heard of me.
And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who brought her
Silver medals and sweet memories.
In Mama's bedroom closet, to this day on her top shelf
There's a flag folded 3-cornered, layin' by itself
The sergeant would surely be honored to know how pretty she still is
And after all these lonely years, his Eileen still lives.
And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who brought her
Silver medals and sweet memories.
The young face of someone who brought her
Silver medals and sweet memories