Captain Walker
Didn’t come home
His unborn child
Will never know him
We believe him missing
With a number of men
Don’t expect
To see him again
He’s believed to be missing
With a number of men
Don’t expect
To see him again…
It’s a boy, Mrs. Walker, it’s a boy
It’s a boy, Mrs. Walker, it’s a boy
A son! A son! A son!
Hear the joyful celebrations in the street
It’s a boy born on this first day of peace
We’ve won! A son! We’ve won!
Didn’t come home
His unborn child
Will never know him
We believe him missing
With a number of men
Don’t expect
To see him again
He’s believed to be missing
With a number of men
Don’t expect
To see him again…
It’s a boy, Mrs. Walker, it’s a boy
It’s a boy, Mrs. Walker, it’s a boy
A son! A son! A son!
Hear the joyful celebrations in the street
It’s a boy born on this first day of peace
We’ve won! A son! We’ve won!
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