daddy's left us,
alone and cold,
to fight away, men from far away.
He comes home, not alone.
His brothers beside, there's tears in their eyes,
Mother cries those tears away.
says "he's gone far away"
All that's left, from ashes to ashes, dust to dust
a snapshot from a family album,
and some old cold boots in a closet locked away.
Nothing else left for me,
but an old memory from far, far away...