California highway, not far from Sebastopol
Mom's Apple Pie
It was a cool autumn morning, pie on the stove cooling,
Telephone ringing, mom's eyes filled with tears,
If I live to a hundred I still won't understand it
Why daddy only got to live 25 years.
A child still has faith in the wisdom of mama
But though you keep asking she can't tell you why,
Just "His country called and he had to answer
It was his duty to fight and his duty to die."
She said "Child, remember what America stands for:
Freedom, Old Glory, and mom's apple pie,
Always remember what America stands for:
Freedom, Old Glory, and mom's apple pie."
The war drums are beating, hear the speeches on TV
You know that our leaders will stay safe at home,
Send our sons and our daughters off to some foreign country
To be chewed up and spit out and die there alone.
All over the world more people are marching
Nairobi to Paris it's all the same voice,
Sending a message to those with the power
"Live in peace or in pieces", it's down to a choice.
Friends, is it still what America stands for:
Freedom, Old Glory, and mom's apple pie?
Is it still what America stands for:
Freedom, Old Glory, and mom's apple pie?
©2003 Maria Larson