There's a graveyard near the White House br Where the Unknown Soldier lies, br And the flowers there are sprinkled br With the tears from mother's eyes. br br I stood there not so long ago br With roses for the brave, br And suddenly I heard a voice br Speak from out the grave: br br 'I am the Unknown Soldier, br The spirit voice began br 'And I think I have the right br To ask some questions man to man. br br 'Are my buddies taken care of? br Was their victory so sweet? br Is that big reward you offered br Selling pencils on the street? br br 'Did they really win the freedom br They battled to achieve? br Do you still respect that Croix de Guerre br Above that empty sleeve? br 'Does a gold star in the window br Now mean anything at all? br I wonder how my old girl feels br When she hears a bugle call. br br 'And that baby who sang br Hello, Central, give me no man br Can they replace her daddy br With a military band? br br 'I wonder if the profiteers br Have satisfied their greed? br I wonder if a soldier's mother br Ever is in need? br br 'I wonder if the kings, who planned it all br Are really satisfied? br They played their game of checkers br And eleven million died. br br 'I am the Unknown Soldier br And maybe I died in vain, br But if I were alive and my country called, br I'd do it all over again.