A woman in a graveyard mourning for her son He gave his life to fight in a war he thought was fun. A bunch of yellow roses lay upon his grave But for all the tears she shedded no one can be saved. He traded his freedom for a uniform and gun, He traded in his brain for a life he thought was fun, He gave his country what it wanted, brave and strong, fresh blood, He gave himself a mortuary bed when it spilled into the mud. His father had once walked that path, but now he pays the price Of a son who followed his steps and who lost his life, The telegram just noted of the bravery of their son, But was it a mistake that he was killed in action? A woman in a graveyard, another day has passed And another son is killed in a war that for years will last, The bunch of yellow roses will always mark the spot, For a son who joins the army, his memory is forgot.