A World War I song from 1917
Words by Andrew B. Sterling
Music by Arthur Lange
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
There’s a million mothers knocking at the nation’s door,
A million mothers, yes, and there’ll be millions more.
And while within each mother’s heart they pray,
Just hark what one brave mother has to say:
Chorus
“America, I raised a boy for you.
America, you’ll find him staunch and true.
Place a gun upon his shoulder,
He is ready to die or do.
America, he is my only one;
My hope, my pride and joy.
But if I had another, he would march beside his brother.
America, here’s my boy.”
Verse 2
There’s a million mothers waiting by the fireside bright,
A million mothers waiting for the call tonight.
And while within each heart there’ll be a tear,
She’ll watch her boy go marching with a cheer.
Sung by Laurence Rubenstein: