DESCRIPTION:
It's not hard to reach back to the day
underneath an Iowa sun
Running to the tower of Waterloo, looking
for the Sullivan train to come
His five boys would run to the top
and salute him as he went by
First we'd wave hello
Then we'd wave goodbye

It's not hard to reach back to the days
after the attack on Pearl
Overnight my buddies turned into me,
running out of time for games and girls
The Sullivan boys were not overlooked
uncle Sam calling each by name
The very next day they left on a mystery train

Say goodbye, Mrs. Sullivan
Don't you cry
"We regret to inform you
the Navy is taking your sons away"
All five
so put your blue star in the window

It's not hard to reach back to her smile,
when she received their letter
The letters, they sounded generally the same
it said: "if they couldn't be home,
at least they were together on a
mighty fighting battleship,
somewhere in the South Pacific"
The letters never got much more specific

Say goodbye, Mrs. Sullivan
And don't you cry
"We regret to inform you
the Navy is keeping you sons away"
All five
so keep your blue star in the window

It's not hard to reach back to the day
when the war finally came home
Uncle Sam he'll send you a telegram,
so he doesn't have to tell you over the phone
I heard she cracked up, when they found
out what the war had cost,
And all five of her boys were lost

Say goodbye Mrs. Sullivan
Go ahead and cry
"We regret to inform you that all your sons
have passed away"
All five
So change you blue star to gold