Wanda Jackson — Little Boy Soldier

The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold, cold rain And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy He can't understand why Mommy stands there weeping Why, this should be the grandest time he and Mommy ever had Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes With a bewildered look, he wonders why his mommy looks so sad Little boy soldier, little boy soldier runs to meet his dad