Forsaken, alone, amid tumbled down stone,
In the dust of what once was a home,
Two little tots lay, as the close of the day
Cast its shadow o'er Heaven's blue dome,
From afar in the gloom came the cannon's dull boom,
The roar of its shells filled the air,
And it lulled them to rest tightly held
to the breast of the mother who died for them there
Little war babies, our hearts ache for you,
Where will you go to, and what will you do?
Into a world full of sorrow you came,
Homeless and helpless, no one knows your name.
Gone is the mother love tender and true,
Gone is your dead daddy, too;
But you’ll share in the joys
Of our own girls and boys,
War babies, we’ll take care of you
While sitting some night by your fireside bright,
With the children you love and adore,
Just let your thoughts roam to that tumbled down home
That once stood in the pathway of war,
As the vision appears, you can see thru your tears
The two little tots all alone,
Will you wait till they plead for the things that they need?
Just suppose those two babes were your own
Little war babies, our hearts ache for you,
Where will you go to, and what will you do?
Into a world full of sorrow you came,
Homeless and helpless, no one knows your name.
Gone is the mother love tender and true,
Gone is your dead daddy, too;
But you’ll share in the joys
Of our own girls and boys,
War babies, we’ll take care of you
In the dust of what once was a home,
Two little tots lay, as the close of the day
Cast its shadow o'er Heaven's blue dome,
From afar in the gloom came the cannon's dull boom,
The roar of its shells filled the air,
And it lulled them to rest tightly held
to the breast of the mother who died for them there
Little war babies, our hearts ache for you,
Where will you go to, and what will you do?
Into a world full of sorrow you came,
Homeless and helpless, no one knows your name.
Gone is the mother love tender and true,
Gone is your dead daddy, too;
But you’ll share in the joys
Of our own girls and boys,
War babies, we’ll take care of you
While sitting some night by your fireside bright,
With the children you love and adore,
Just let your thoughts roam to that tumbled down home
That once stood in the pathway of war,
As the vision appears, you can see thru your tears
The two little tots all alone,
Will you wait till they plead for the things that they need?
Just suppose those two babes were your own
Little war babies, our hearts ache for you,
Where will you go to, and what will you do?
Into a world full of sorrow you came,
Homeless and helpless, no one knows your name.
Gone is the mother love tender and true,
Gone is your dead daddy, too;
But you’ll share in the joys
Of our own girls and boys,
War babies, we’ll take care of you
inviata da Bartleby - 15/9/2011 - 14:05
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Parole di Ballard Mcdonald e Edward Madden.
Musica di James F. Hanley.
E anche la locandina che pubblicizzava l’esibizione di Al Jolson non scherzava affatto: un gruppo di piccoli orfani di guerra tutti in fila sullo sfondo di un villaggio distrutto…
Considerato che era il 1916 e ci si trovava quindi nel pieno del primo conflitto mondiale, mi pare proprio che non ci fosse niente di meglio per risollevare il morale alle truppe e a tutti quanti!
Per questo credo che “War Babies” trovi posto a buon diritto fra le CCG/AWS.