The sun is up, looks like a perfect day nto put our soldiers on a cake paradennWe can line them up and march them down the hall where they can play at gunsnand we don't have to look at allnnAnother sailor sleeping well todaynAnother mother misses her lonely son's birthdaynHis bed is empty, not sure where he'd gonenwith his all stars and nirvana t-shirt onnnAnd if we try to raise their memorynYou know it makes no differencenThey'll send our boys for boot camp funnAnd teach them to be mennnIf the sun could shine non us always we'd go blindnBut for all the rain in sight,nyou know I wouldn't mindnnThe sun is gone, looks like a perfect daynto put our soldiers in an early gravenWe can line them up and lay them on the lawnnwith all their purple hearts and badges of courage onnnAnd if we try to raise their memory,nyou know it's only second bestnto all the boys who never will,nwho never will be mennnIf the sun could shinenon us always we'd go blindnBut for all the rain in sight,nyou know I wouldn't mindnnIf the sun could shinenon us always we'd be finenAnd just to see him one more time,nyou know I wouldn't mindnnWe'll send you hands of shining starsnSo you can fill your pretty globenand navigate the seashell gravesnand safely find your way home