I was just a little boy standing tall, with a flag in my hand.
Sad and confused didn’t understand why my Dad had to leave his homeland.
I watch my Dad turn and head up to the bus.
We watch him go he didn’t even fuss.

I prayed every night, for my Dads safety counting the days until return.
Each and every hour I wish to burn, hear his voice see his face again.
He stands tall and pound in a foreign land among a foreign crowd.
He’s one of the best, second to none he’s a soldier he’s my Dad.

I watch my Mom and I see her cry, (see her cry)
I already know but still ask why (still ask why).
Heart is hurting yet she tries to smile, (try to smile)
we hold each other for a little while, (little while)
It’s gonna be alright.
I was young but very wise,
I had fun but realize.
To be brave and strong
And pray his return won’t be long...

There I was again with a flag in my hand
Dad came back from the Clutches of Vietnam
Tears kept running down my face
Dad came back from the Clutches of Vietnam
I ran and shouted into his arms
Dad came back from the Clutches of Vietnam
I treasure every moment right till this day
Dad came back from the Clutches of Vietnam