Silver Medals And Sweet Memories

Just a picture on a table Just some letters Mama saved And a costume brooch from England On the back it has engraved 'To Eileen, I love you, London, 1943' And she never heard from him again And he never heard of me And the war still ain't over for Mama Every night in her dreams she still sees The young face of someone who left her Silver medals and sweet memories In Mama's bedroom closet To this day on her top shelf There's a flag folded 3-cornered layin' all by itself And the sergeant would surely be honored To know how pretty she still is And that after all these lonely years His Eileen's still his And the war still ain't over for Mama Every night in her dreams she still sees The young face of someone who left her Silver medals and sweet memories Silver medals and sweet memories