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