Why do you cry my pretty one?
Why do tears fill up your eyes?

The silver bird has come for me,
from dark and cloudy skies.

My duty calls and I must goe,
to where my country leads me,
across the sea to fight a war,
far away from those who need me.

Your heart will fly there with me love,
with your memory on my mind,
you'll be there right beside me dear,
no matter what i find.

And if perhaps I breathe my last,
and death should come and take me,
the angels will come and take my hand,
and God will not forsake me.

So don't you cry my pretty one,
wipe the tears out of your eyes.

Just pray for me and our country,
as we kiss and say goodbye.