The Flagmaker, 1775

With the guns flaring
 And drums pounding
 There's no hope of getting rest
 With the guns flaring
 And drums pounding
 There's no hope of getting rest
 With the lights glaring
 And calls sounding
 And the clenching in your chest
 When the man's in battle
 And the baby's rattle
 Only makes you more depressed
 The wise woman does what she knows
 If it's fighting she fights
 If it's sewing she sews
 When the tension inside
 Overflows and goes too far
 One more star, one more stripe
 To escape your lonely bed
 One more star, one more stripe
 Join the blue, the white and red
 One more star, one more stripe
 As you pray your child's not dead
 With the roof leaking
 And walls wetter
 And the night as black as pitch
 With the wind shrieking
 And his last letter
 Says his fighting in a ditch
 Then the candle flickers
 And the river bickers
 What else can you do but stitch
 One more star, one more stripe
 Til you feel the rising sun
 One more star, one more stripe
 Til this foolishness is done
 One more star, one more stripe
 We'll be waiting when we've won
 Grab a needle, grab a thimble
 If it's all that keeps you sane
 Think of freedom as a symbol
 Think of justice as a game
 Think of life with independence
 Think of muskets and brigades
 Think of taking the oppressors
 Think of banners and parades
 When the gate creaks
 And the paint cracks
 And the cat cries
 And the night falls
 Raise a flag
 Raise a flag
 Raise a flag til you're free
 One more star, one more stripe
 Til this bloodshed's finally through
 One more star, one more stripe
 Til they come back home to you
 One more star, one more stripe
 When there's nothing you can do
 If they take all the things
 That define what you were,
 And are
 One more star