I live in an old furnished house
on Newbury road with my grandparents who took me in while my daddy went to war
He came home November 14,1947
he told me he would have to go back and fight he said he would come back to see me real soon
But he didn't come home
we got a phone call about three weeks after he went back to war
the Sargent on the phone told my grandma that my daddy died last night on the battlefield
And that he left a message for me my daddy told the Sargent to tell me that he loved me very much and that we would be together real soon and not to worry about never seeing him again
When my daddy died a part of me died too and that part will never live till I see my daddy again
When my daddy died I thought I would never make it through life but look at me now I'm still living in the land of the free with the thought that my daddy died for me.
