The little boy salutes the casket
On the caisson passing thru,
He salutes his country's flag
As his daddy taught him to.
There's so much anger in the air,
So many bullets fly,
It's time for love to take a hand
And love is passing by,
Daddy, goodbye.

The little boy stands on the curbstone
Where the black horse goes his way,
There is no one in the saddle
Where a man rode yesterday.
There's so much sorrow in the air,
So many tears to dry,
It's time for love to take a hand
And love is passing by,
Daddy, goodbye.

The little boy stands on the sidewalk
Where the kings and princes go,
And they walk like men in mourning,
And their step is sad and slow.
There's so much grieving in the world,
The children asking why,
It's time for love to take a hand
And love is passing by,
Daddy, goodbye.