Boxes

There's a woman who puts things in boxes

Keepsakes, mostly of her kids

There's snapshots of gap-toothed boys and girls

There are pictures and drawings they did

There are trophies, and ribbons

A old newspaper clip, the young bride

And there's a stack of old Valentine cards

I love you is written inside 

Well there’s a hat, something borrowed

And a veil, something new

There’s a bible, something old

And there’s a letter, its something blue

There is a letter, its something blue

Came on a day turned black

A grateful nation informs you

Your first lieutenant he's not coming back 

There are Valentine cards

There are Valentine cards

Some flowers carefully dried

There are Valentine cards

There are Valentine cards

I love you is written inside 

There's a woman who puts things in boxes

Keepsakes, mostly of her kids

There's snapshots of gap-toothed boys and girls

There are pictures and drawings they did

And there are trophies and ribbons

An old newspaper clip of a young bride

And there's a stack of old valentine cards

I love you is written inside  

Well there's a stack of old valentine cards

I love you is written inside