(Philip Lynott)
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's a military man
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's crying
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a soldier
Mama take a look in his eyes,
they're colder
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a military man
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's dying
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's fighting
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's frightened
They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why
Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy
He's a killer, yeah
Mama take a look at your boy,
take a look at him now,
take a look at your boy
He's a soldier, he's colder, he's older, mama
Mama take a look at your boy,
obey the order
Mama take a look at your boy,
like a lamb to slaughter
They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why
One day I will write for you a lovesong, mother
As the children say: "I love you", please hold me
And you and I, we will live our life together
Until that day when we die, I will love you, mother
I will always love you
I am writing from this war
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for
And have you seen my children?
God bless them, kiss them,
and tell them that I miss them
See I'm frightened in the dark,
mama, mama
The blood is ankle deep
They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill someday he will
They have trained your boy to die
Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy
He's marching,
he's a soldier
Oh mama, oh mama
He's on the street
He's marching to the backbeat