by Meg Blessing and Annie Kent
On Thursday, my baby goes off to war
If only he knew what he's fighting for
They'll give him a number, put him on a plane
I wonder if I'll ever see him again
Once my baby goes off to war
On Thursday, he'll put his camouflage on
A helmet, some boots and a shiny new gun
They'll make him a soldier, call him GI Joe
Now he's a man cos he's eighteen years old
And my baby's gone off to war
Chorus: Oh baby, so far overseas
Be careful, please come back to me
Oh darling, I love you so
Why did you, did you have to go?
On Thursday, my baby will be sent to kill
He isn't sure why, maybe he never will
He gave me his ring and gave me his name
I wonder if things will be the same
After my baby goes off to war
On Thursday, my baby will march off to fight
Cos They're in the wrong and We're in the right
He knows who to hate and how to survive
I wonder if he will make it out alive
On Thursday, my baby goes off to war
(Soldier boy, oh my little soldier boy, I'll be true to you)
from Fields of Fortune, 1967
© Meg Blessing/Annie Kent, Honeysweet Music Ltd
© 1987, 2002 Amber Productions (Very) Ltd.
