Just a picture on a table

Just some letters Mama saved

And a costume broach from England

On the back it has engraved:

To Eileen, I love you

London, nineteen forty-three.

And she never heard from him again

And he never heard of me



And the war still ain't over for Mama

Every night in her dreams she still sees

The young face of someone who left her

Silver medals and sweet memories



In Mama's bedroom closet

To this day on her top shelf

There's a flag folded three-cornered

Layin' all by itself

And the sargeant would surely be honored

To know how pretty she still is

And that after all these lonely years

His Eileen's still his



And the war still ain't over for Mama....

Silver medals and sweet memories