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 When you were just our little boy, on many a night we crept Unto your cot and watched o’er you, and all the time you slept. We tucked the covers round your form and smoothed your pillow, too, And sometimes stooped and kissed your cheeks, but that you never knew. Just as we came to you back then through many a night and day, Our spirits now shall come to you—to kiss and watch and pray.

Whenever you shall look away into God’s patch of sky To think about the folks at home, we shall be standing by. And as we prayed and watched o’er you when you were wrapped in sleep, So through your soldier danger now the old-time watch we’ll keep. You will not know that we are there, you will not see or hear,