I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.

I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.


I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?


How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"


When a flag! had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.


I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.