Do not weep child, war is kind For your father threw wild hands toward the sky And his steed ran alone in the night Do not weep child, war is kind An orphan now you are one And what you recall of him You look for now in a man Here in the callus of the southern ground where you buried him A boy has risen to stand And you find his eyes as blue And his heart as red And his soul as burning white Oh but you can't believe your eyes when you find that It's calling him to the line Like it called him to the line But do not weep maiden, war is kind As your lover tumbles in yellow trenches Rage in his breast, gulps and dies Do not weep maiden, war is kind A widow, now you are one And how you long for him And see him now in your son Oh but you can't believe your eyes as we go blind again Blind again, the united state of Americans Who are calling now for your boy Calling now for your boy But do not weep mother, war is kind As you hang your heart humble as a button On the shroud of your son Do not weep mother, war is kind