We smiled, though our hearts were aching,
And we craved, may the spell prove true,
When, the "Good-byes" all said, and he left us,
She threw "for good luck," her shoe.
And we garnered close as a token,
To cheer our hearts the while,
When from under the shading maples,
Our soldier looked back with a smile.
And we craved, may the spell prove true,
When, the "Good-byes" all said, and he left us,
She threw "for good luck," her shoe.
And we garnered close as a token,
To cheer our hearts the while,
When from under the shading maples,
Our soldier looked back with a smile.
And when with a jubilant brightness
July was with us again,
Though we lost a tithe of her glory
In the shadow of War's dread pain,
We found the God of the battle
Was better to us than our fears,
As we welcomed him in gladness
We had sent away in tears.
July was with us again,
Though we lost a tithe of her glory
In the shadow of War's dread pain,
We found the God of the battle
Was better to us than our fears,
As we welcomed him in gladness
We had sent away in tears.
And we said, with thankful rejoicing,
That the olden spell was true,
And we never would doubt the magic,
That lay in a half-worn shoe;
And ever, as oft as he left us,
As oft as we said "Adieu,"
Though we placed our trust in God alone,
Still, we threw for "good luck," a shoe.
That the olden spell was true,
And we never would doubt the magic,
That lay in a half-worn shoe;
And ever, as oft as he left us,
As oft as we said "Adieu,"
Though we placed our trust in God alone,
Still, we threw for "good luck," a shoe.
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