| There are stars in many windows For the fearless and the bold; But the Blue Star in my window Has been changed to one of gold The Blue Star in my window On a field of White Was for my husband, Frank He was dressed in Navy Blue. He left his home and family On October 6th, in ’42 And when he returned to Toledo He was dressed in Navy Blue On to Great Lakes and Boston, New York and Trinidad, Casablanca, South America! ’Twas the distance made us sad. And as the time passed on He kept sailing farther away, Thru the Panama Canal Out California way. He stopped at Pearl Harbor On his way o’er the Pacific And the battles he was in Must have been terrific Then with two compartments gone, They came back for repairs, And the men all hurried home To those loved ones of theirs Fifteen months of it On the destroyer Spence Frank was happy to be home, He was tired, he was tense. Those furlough days were happy days In every little way; But they passed too swiftly And he must be on his way. Back to Frisco and his ship But not out to Sea. They would be in another month And he wanted to be with me. |
I was quickly on my way My Sailor-boy to see; He was waiting at the pier And almost smothered me. We were so gay together, Yes! Those were happy days And all his free hours Were spent with me always. I oft went to the beach Gazed o’er the Sea, so vast. Then came October fifth That dreaded day—at last He didn’t want to say “Good-Bye” He didn’t want to go! Whatever made him feel that way, I guess we’ll never know. The time was passing fast There was no happiness, no joy; In that—my last “Good-Bye” To Frank, my Sailor-boy. He had been in two more battles He wrote from a foreign shore. Those letters I’ll always cherish For I’ll never receive any more. ’Twas the 18th of December Nineteen Hundred Forty-four, That typhoon came along And the Spence was no more I will never see my Frank again, He will never more caress me For he is in his Heaven And the Spence was no more. That is all I know All that I’ve been told; Now that Blue Star in my window Has been changed to one of Gold. That Gold Star in my window, On a field of White Is for my beloved husband In his “Blue Heaven” tonight. |
