When I saw the black shiny car
I knew my son was a golden star
I had been washing dishes when they'd come into view
And as they walked up to the door I all ready knew
I met them at the door with a tear in my eye
And when they handed the flag to me I begin to cry
"Sorry ma'am," was all he could say
My little boy had died that day
My tears burned and fell upon the floor
I could no longer care about the trifle chore
My son was strong and coming home on leave
But now I sit in my big empty house and grieve
His father had gone the very same way
Shot on foreign soil on Christmas day
My son was gone his father too
Now all that's left are flags and tears for two