The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold cold rain
   And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me
   In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand
   Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad
   The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy
   He can't understand why mommy stands there weepin'
   Why that should be the grandest time he and mommy ever had
   Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad
   The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise
   Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes
   With diverted look he wonders why his mommy looks so sad
   Little boy soldier little boy soldier run to me his dad