born to a widow in east birmingham
from a soldier who died while making a stand
against evil, injustice, the tyranny of man
oh, he died, so young he died
he grew up right and he grew up tall
always knowing his father had given his all
also knowing if asked he’d answer the call
oh, he’d go, so young he’d go
he left a widow and son in east birmingham
for he died on a hill in south vietnam
never knowing exactly why he took his stand
oh, he died, so young he died
soldiers will live and soldiers will die
but the families of soldiers are left home to cry
for there’s always a price and it’s always high
oh, they die, so young they die