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Written by Patti Lynn
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Wednesday, 27 April 2005 20:15 |
Bud’s Song Digital Music File
He was born in 1918
Lived three score and eighteen years
I got there just in time to say good bye
But did he hear
And when I said I loved him
Did he know that it was me
Guess I’d just as soon remember
How he used to be
Back when they said why don't he
Take a wife and make a home
And I wonder why he lives
In that great big old house alone
With the ghost of golden memories
Where the bricks have turned to dust
There’s a helmet hanging on the porch
And a gun that’s turned to rust
Relics of the hero who returned in ‘45
Surviving war torn Europe
And the blazing Paris skies
His buddies on the beaches
Of old Normandy had died
I wonder if he ever wished
He’d been there by their side
A thankful family welcomed home
Their soldier boy that day
God answered prayers
And brought him back home to the USA
But I’ve heard say
He soon became the solitary man
There was a girl he would have died for
And her name was Mary Ann
Mary Ann was the girl he left behind
Her pretty face in worst of times
Lay gently on his mind
But the cord of love was broken
Never to be tried again
And you can lay it to the heart of Mary Ann
I wrote a note to leave in his mailbox
To say that I would be at Mamas for the holidays
And if he could stop by
Didn’t know that life and thoughts were draining
Like so many grains of sand
And I wonder if the last one in the glass was Mary Ann
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