John Wayne Follow

Why Are You Marching, Son? I'd really like to know!
Is it because of Valley Forge, or perhaps the Alamo?

Or, "One if by land--two if by sea,"
A trumpet's call...the will to be free?

And what of a man who stood straight and tall,
Who wept silent tears when he saw brave men fall?

No matter--no difference--the blue or the gray,
All were his brothers...how often he'd pray.

And what of Antietam--that now peaceful stream
Where the water, blood-red, glittered and gleamed?

Appomattox...Chickamauga..Vicksburg...Bull Run...
Cumberland...Gettysburg...and then Washington.

Why Are You Marching, Son?

In Flanders Fields, how proud were they
Whose forms beneath the poppies lay.

Men who saw Verdun...
And died at the Marne...Soissons...

And those who tried the fearful foe at Chateau-Thierry,
Who fought and bled...whose hearts grew weary,

But in whose minds one thought kept churning--
That the torch of liberty keep burning.

Why Are You Marching, Son?

The planes swarmed in, and the rising sun
Glowed fiercely on the evil done

To men whose blood runs through our veins,
Men who died, and whose remains

Lie forever locked in waters deep.
Now, is it right that they should sleep

While the warm sea laps at a twisted hull
And see the torch of liberty grow dull?

Anzio...Cassino...Po!
St. Mere Eglise...Le Mans...St. Lo!

Gardelegen...Buchenwald...
On and on the roll is called!

And why?...Why Are You Marching, Son?

Bugles shrilled in the frozen night,
And at first dawn, the awful sight

Of seas of men...row after row,
Left to die on blood-stained snow!

Pusan...Pyongyang...Suwan...Kyongju!
And blood-red ran the swift Yalu!

In South Vietnam the big guns roared,
And once again we fought a war

To honor a pledge our nation gave
To help that little country save

Her people from the certainty
That she'd be ruled by tyranny.

No matter where the big guns roar,
Our fighting men, like those before,

Take the torch we all hold dear
And face freedom's enemies without fear.

Our fathers died from sea to sea,
And blessed the torch of liberty.

Why?...Why Are You Marching, Son?