Breaking of the Sword

On a sunny April morning

My dear son, you were born

Until one day you were called away

And from my heart was torn

As a boy, you knew the stables

As a lad, you knew the fields

My son, you worked beside me

But to country you must yield

You were called to serve the country

You were called to serve the King

And from our home, you left one day

And of this, today, I sing

When I stood there at the station

And our eyes one last time met

It was that - that moment, my dear son

'Tis that I'll ne'er forget

Useless[?], now, a mother's blessing

But the country's truly free

You gave your life for all of us

And all humanity

As I stand here at your graveside

The spring birds sing their song

My child, I love you more and more

And will, my whole life long

You were called to serve our country

You were called to serve the King

And from our home, you left one day

And of this, today, we sing