There's a service flag flying at our house / words by Thomas P. Hoier and Bernie Grossman music by Al. W. Brown;First line of chorus: There's service flag flying at our home.

VERSE 01: See the people running,/Hear the rum-tum-tuming/Military music fills the air./Ev’ry one is waiting,/Hearts are palpitating,/Flags are flying ev’rywhere./Of ev’ry allied nation, from nearly all creation,/Their banners wave from ev’ry staff and Dome,/But the one I love to see,/That means so much to me,/Is the flag that’s flying at home.
CHORUS: There’s a service flag flying at our house,/A blue star in a field of red and white/Father is so proud of what his boy has done,/There’s a tear in mother’s smile and she murmurs “my son”/Perhaps he may return with fame and glory/But if by chance we lose him in the fight,/There’ll be a service flag flying at our house/And a new star in Heaven that night,
VERSE 02: There beside old glory,/Telling all our story,/Until the end, that flag is going to fly./We are proud to show it,/Want the world to know it,/We will do or we will die./There’s a million others giving sons and brothers,/And proudly watch them as they march away,/And Although their hearts may ache,/Although their hearts may break,/There’s a million glad they can say.