Verse 1: Somewhere in France! An old Father said, I have boy on the firing line, Since I bade him Godspeed Two years have fled, God knows how I miss him These long weary days.
Chorus 1: But he willing made the great sacrifice, Only he knows at what a price. Gave of his best for his country’s good, His bright happy lad in his young manhood.
Verse 2: Somewhere in France! A dear Mother said, My boy is leading his hundred men She bravely smiled, Tho’ the gath’ring tear, told of her anguish Her longing, her fear.
Chorus 2: But she willing made the great sacrifice, Only she knows at what a price. Gave of her best for her country’s good, Her bright happy lad in his young manhood.
Verse 3: Somewhere in France! Our brave boys lie Their duty meant supreme sacrifice. Now they are honored in God’s happy home, For the lives of us all they gave up their own.
Chorus 3: But they cheerfully made the great sacrifice, Only they know at what a price. Gave of their best for their country’s good, their bright happy lives in their young manhood. Coda: Oh! God in Heaven is it not enough, Remove the strife, change Hate into Love. Then will their sacrifice be complete, And grant us Peace Peace Peace