From the shacks by the tracks,
from the homes on the hill,
from the farms and the villages too.

Boys have answered the call
They are giving their all,
For their homes and the Red, Whote, and Blue.

There are little blue stars in the window,
They are hung with a tear and a prayer,
That her boys far away be returning some day,
To the mother awaiting them there.

So that right and that freedom might live,
She gave all that a mother could give,
May they come from a far,
Or wherever they are,
to help take down the little blue stars:

They are the stars