Outside the war is raging,
lovers quarrel in their bedrooms,
the little boy who knows nothing
stands in a candy store.
The trees are limp with flowers.
In rose, they march the bride grooms.
The little boy stands in the garden,
not even thinking about the war.
He hears his mama calling.
The house is big and empty.
The ladies cook and clean
and sit in circles
around the radio.
The boys sets up his soldiers.
One’s his brother, one’s his father.
He don’t know where they went,
just that he’s too young to go.
He hears his mama calling.
News comes from the Frontline
up to the front door.
Two men in uniform
with hard words to bear.
The wind stops blowing.
The world turns no more.
The little boy who knows nothing
stands at the top of the stairs.
He hears his mama calling.
Good men come to heaven.
Bad men come to hell.
The little boy who knows nothing
is so sweet.
A young girl ties a ribbon to him
to remember her well.
With fields in his eyes
and boots on his feet,
he hears his mama calling.