I see you, you were shining like a diamond in that dressWe were young and love and reckless, we were just two kidsWhen I went and signed my nameNow here I am, just a few months later, coming home to youI'm flying with my brothers, yeah, we fought real hardWe're all packed up and headed homeAnd if you're reading this, there'll come a time real soonWhere family, friends, and flowers fill the roomAnd two men with starch-white glovesFold the colors till they touchIt's probably more than I deserveBut I'm proud to get this muchI'm sending all the love I ever hadInside this folded flagNow look at youYou're rounding out, but baby, you wear it wellA little boy or girl, it's still too soon to tellWish I could be there now to hold you bothAnd if you're reading this, you're probably about to cryI'm running through your head with questions whyAs two men with starch-white glovesFold the colors till they touchIt's probably more than I deserveBut I'm proud to get this muchI'm sending all the love I ever hadInside this folded flagAnd it'll sit here on the mantleFor many years to comeAnd every time you pass it byI hope you feel my loveAnd I hope you feel I can hold you tightAnd two men with starch-white glovesFold the colors till they touchIt's probably more than I deserveBut I'm proud to get this muchI'm sending all the love I ever had inside this folded flag.I'm sending all the love I ever had inside this folded flag.I'm sending all the love I ever had inside this folded flag.