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Is This What I Raised My Little Boy For

Roberta Mase
Langue: anglais




Is this what I raised my little boy for?
To send him to fight (and never know why) in that raging war

Pet him and teach him fast as you can
Scold him caress me make him a man
You can't hold the strings you once held before
Turn around and you'll find he's a boy no more

Is this what I raised my little boy for
To send him to fight (and never know why) in that raging war

Backward turn back the tide of the years
I am so weary and troubled with fears
War with its sorrows, tears shed in vain
Take them and give me his childhood again

How many cares must a mother's heart know
How many joys must be stilled in their flow
How many tears must a mother's eyes shed
How many prayers must we say for our dead
Before we can see the futility of
Before we will learn the meaning of love

God's test of manhood, so I am told
Is not "will he come", but "did he go"
I shall be sad, but proud that he
Went like a man, unselfishly

Is this what I raised my little boy for
To send him to fight on a distant shore
God! how I pray for the end of all war
Is this what I raised my little boy for?



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