Freda Payne

Now that you’re gone All that’s left is a band of gold All that’s left of the dreams i hold Is a band of gold And the memories of what love could be If you were still here with me You took me from the shelter of my mother I had never known or love…

Fathers are pleading, lovers are all alone Mothers are praying–send our sons back home You marched them away–yes, you did–on ships and planes To the senseless war, facing death in vain Bring the boys home (bring ’em back alive) Bring the boys home (bring ’em back alive) Bring the boys home (bring ’em back alive)…