Just a picture on a table, just some letters Mama saved & a costume brooch from England that has on the back engraved "To Eileen, I love you, London, 1943" But she never heard from him again, & he never heard of me
CHORUS: & the war still ain't over for Mama Every night in her dreams she still sees The young face of someone who brought her Silver medals & sweet memories
Verse 2: In Mama's bedroom closet, to this day on her top shelf There's a flag folded 3-cornered, layin' by itself The sergeant would surely be honored to know how pretty she still is & after all these lonely years, his Eileen still lives