Somewhere here among these many thousands
Of Americans who all died true and brave
That's where I know I'll find him resting
So I'm here, I'm searching for his grave
You ask me, stranger, why I made this journey
Why cross three thousand miles of rolling waves
Like many others, my darling was killed in action
That's why I'm here, I'm searching for his grave
When I come to the spot where he's sleeping
I know it will cause more heartaches inside
But I'll long to be by his side once more and tell him
Tell him that I love him, and will until I die