Just a picture on a table Just some letters Mama saved And a costume broach from England On the back it has engraved: To Eileen, I love you London, nineteen forty-three. 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 three-cornered Layin' all by itself And the sargeant 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... Silver medals and sweet memories

Though I cannot see Any of my footprints on the ground ahead You have seen it all Every step I don't know that I'm yet to tread Though I know this truth for certain I am still on the ground, on the ground And I could set off all these signal flares But they wouldn't do any good So help me see through eyes that Are distracted by these times and Look a lot like mine and They look a lot like mine Help me see through eyes That only focus on medals I don't want gold and medals I don't want gold and medals I don't want gold and medals I don't want these godless nothings to be proud of at all Nothing even honorable, that's for sure And I know I am a national I can't deny that I'm a foreigner So help me see through eyes that Are distracted by these times and Look a lot like mine and Look a lot like mine Help me see through eyes That only focus on medals I don't want gold and medals I don't want gold and medals No, I don't want gold and medals So help me see through eyes that Are distracted by these times and Look a lot like mine Look a lot like mine Help me see through eyes That only focus on medals I don't want gold and medals I don't want gold and medals