Silver Medals and Sweet Memories

(written by Don Reid)



Just a picture on a table, just some letters Mama saved

And a costume brooch from England that has on the back engraved

"To Eileen, I love you, London, 1943"

But she never heard from him again, and he never heard of me.



Chorus:

And the war still ain't over for Mama

Every night in her dreams she still sees

The young face of someone who brought her

Silver medals and sweet memories.



In Mama's bedroom closet, to this day on her top shelf

There's a flag folded 3-cornered, layin' by itself

The sergeant would surely be honored to know how pretty she still is

And after all these lonely years, his Eileen still lives.



Chorus:

And the war still ain't over for Mama

Every night in her dreams she still sees

The young face of someone who brought her

Silver medals and sweet memories.



The young face of someone who brought her

Silver medals and sweet memories...