Little Boy Soldier
Wanda Jackson Lyrics


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The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold, cold rain
And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me
In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand
Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad

The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy
He can't understand, why mommy stands there weepin'
Why that should be the grandest time he and mommy ever had?
Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad

The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise
Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes




With diverted look he wonders, why his mommy looks so sad
Little boy soldier, little boy soldier run to me, his dad

Overall Meaning

The song Little Boy Soldier by Wanda Jackson is a heart-wrenching portrayal of a young boy waiting for his father to return home from war. As they wait for the train to arrive, the mother and son stand out in the cold, cold rain. The boy is dressed in a soldier suit with a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand, eagerly waiting for his hero to return. As the night wears on, the boy grows sleepy, unable to understand why his mother is weeping. The mother knows that the grandest time they could have is when they are reunited with the father.


Finally, the train arrives and the little boy's happy grin turns to surprise as he sees only a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes, a symbol of his father's sacrifice. With a diverted look, he wonders why his mother looks so sad. As he runs to his dad, the boy and the mother grieve over the loss of their loved one.


The song is a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made by families during times of war. It shows the emotional impact of serving in the military and the effect it has on the loved ones left behind. The song portrays the feelings of a young child who doesn't fully understand the situation, but is eager to be reunited with his father.


Line by Line Meaning

The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold, cold rain
We are standing in the cold rain waiting for the train, which is running late.


And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me
My young son is standing by me with his toy gun.


In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand
He is dressed in a soldier suit and holding a small flag tightly in his hand.


Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad
My son is anxiously waiting for his dad to arrive.


The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy
As the night goes on, my son becomes more tired and his eyes start to close.


He can't understand, why mommy stands there weepin'
He doesn't understand why I am crying.


Why that should be the grandest time he and mommy ever had?
He doesn't understand why this moment, waiting for his dad, isn't a happy one.


Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad
My son is still waiting for his dad to arrive.


The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise
When the train finally arrives, my son's smile quickly turns to surprise.


Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes
The only thing that arrives on the train is a box made of pine wood, which is covered in a beautiful American flag.


With diverted look he wonders, why his mommy looks so sad
My son looks away and wonders why I am so sad.


Little boy soldier, little boy soldier run to me, his dad
In this heartbreaking moment, I call to my son to come embrace me, his father who has died in battle.




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Comments from YouTube:

Margit Salonen

LIKE THE INSTRUMENTATION - THE BRUSHES SOUNDS LIKE A TRAIN. THANKS FOR SHARING.

William Moore

What! No mention of her gospel work, which is her best.

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