Hear the people running, hear the rum-tum-tumming, miliatry music in the air.
Everyone is waiting, hearts are palpitating, flags are flying everywhere
Of every allied nation, from nearly all creation,
Their banners made from every staff and bow.
But the one I love to see, that means so much to me,
Is the flag that's flying at home.
There's a service flag flying at our house,
A blue star in a field of red and white.
Father is so proud of what his boy has done,
There's a tear in mother's eye as she murmurs 'My Son'
Perhaps he may return with fame and glory,
But if by chance we lose him in the world,
There'll be a service flag flying at our house
And a new star in heaven that night.
There beside Old Glory, telling all our story.
Until the end that flag is going to fly.
We are proud to show it, want the world to know it,
We will do or even die.
There's a million others, hearing sons and brothers,
And proudly watch them as they march away.
And although their hearts may ache, although their hearts may break,
There's a million glad they can sing:
There's a service flag flying at our house,
A blue star in a field of red and white.
Father is so proud of what his boy has done,
There's a tear in mother's eye as she murmurs 'My Son'
Perhaps he may return with fame and glory,
But if by chance we lose him in the world,
There'll be a service flag flying at our house
And a new star in heaven that night
