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Somewhere a trumpet sounds in the night |
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A soldier is standing there |
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It's calling him out to the stars and the stripes |
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It's calling him god knows where |
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He kisses the ones he loves goodbye |
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And leaves in the dead of night |
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For freedom he'll heed the call |
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Leave all he knows |
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And for freedom he'll stand and fight |
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And somewhere a man and wife |
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Can't believe they're waving their girl goodbye |
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For gone are the days of pigtails |
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And curls and candlelight lullabies |
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If they had their way she'd stay young forever |
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And never be far from home |
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But freedom has drawn her heart to danger's shore |
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And for freedom they'll let her go |
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And somewhere a thunderous crash in the night |
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It echoes all through the hills |
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Though many escape its wrath and its rage |
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A soldier lies wounded still |
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Remembering the land he loves, he cries |
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I've loved you with all my might |
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For freedom said, "I'm her son whatever comes |
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(Whatever comes) |
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And for freedom I'll say goodbye" |
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And somewhere beneath the stars and the sky |
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Our flag is still standing there |
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(She's still standing there) |
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She bled and she brought one land under God |
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(Under God) |
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Her colors still lead us there |
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(It's still there) |
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She's carried the lives of those before us |
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She's buried the bold and brave |
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For freedom she holds our hopes |
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And, and hands up high |
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And for freedom she'll ever wave |
