Just a picture on a table
Just some letters Mama saved
And a costume broach from England
On the back it has engraved:
To Eileen, I love you
London, nineteen forty-three
And she never heard from him again
And he never heard of me
And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who left her
Silver medals and sweet memories
In Mama's bedroom closet
To this day on her top shelf
There's a flag folded three-cornered
Layin' all by itself
And the sargeant would surely be honored
To know how pretty she still is
And that after all these lonely years
His Eileen's still his
And the war still ain't over for Mama
Silver medals and sweet memories