Dear Mother, expect to see me back sometime this fall
They say it’s just a matter of time before the red coats break the line
There was so much loss, but we won, all-in-all

And oh, Mother, I sometimes think about that school that I applied for
I don’t regret staying to serve; there’s a lot I could have learned
But I’d rather learn it in the land that Father died for

Oh I’ll come home soon, don’t worry about me
We'll finally be free, and isn’t that the dream?
I know it’s hard for you too, and I know if dad could see,
He’d come to life again to die again to save his family

But please, don’t worry,
Oh please, don’t worry
About me

Dear Mother, I remember when I left you back in May
It’s now the 15th of October and I hope when this war’s over
I can hurry back in time for Christmas Day

But Mother, bad news from the general, yet again
Please keep brother from enlisting, I know he wants to be just like me,
But it's no war for a young man like him

I’ll try to come home soon, pray that God gives that to me
We'll finally be free, and isn’t that the dream?
I know it’s hard for you too, and I know if dad could see,
He’d come to life again to die again to save his family

But please, don’t worry,
Oh please, don’t worry
About me

Dear Mother, they shot Thomas, and he might lose his life
They’re gonna amputate his leg, even still he might not live,
Please pray to god that he survives to see his wife

Oh, my Mother, it’s now the 16th, and I went up to that hill
Father’s grave is just a little wooden cross, among the rows
It’s been a year now, but the pain’s enough to kill

If I could only come home soon, I’d be so happy
I just want us to be free, and I’ll die for that dream
I know it’s so hard for you, and I know if dad could see,
He’d come to life again to die again to save his family

Oh I’m starting to worry,
Oh I’m worried
But we’ll see

Dear Mother, I don’t know how much more I can take
Thomas died of an infection, but I believe what killed him,
Was the pain of leaving her heart to break.

Oh I’m worried,
I’m so, so worried
I’m scared to death that every breath will be my last
And if a bullet doesn’t kill me, the thought of leaving you behind will

To David’s Mother, we regret to inform you of your loss
Your son was shot down on the 18th of October; he was on a hill
Staring at a cross.