| Bb | F | Bb | |
| Some | mother's | son lies in a | field |
| D7 | Gm | F | Eb | Eb/D | |
| Someone has killed some mother's | son | tod | ay |
| Cm | F | Bb | |
| Head blown up by | some soldier's | gun |
| D | A | D7 | |
| While all the | mothers stand and | wait |
| F# | F#7 | Bm | A | G | |
| Some mother's | son ain't coming | home | to | day |
| Bb | C | D | |
| Some mothers | son ain't got no | grave |
| Bb | F | Bb | |
| Two soldiers | fighting in a | trench |
| D7 | Gm | F | Eb | Eb/D | |
| One soldier glances up to | see | the | sun |
| Cm | F | Bb | F | Eb | |
| And dreams of | games he played when | he | was | young |
| D | A | D7 | |
| And then his fr | iend calls out his | name |
| F# | F#7 | Bm | A | G | |
| It stops his d | ream and as he | turns | his | head |
| Bb | C | D | |
| A | second | later he is | dead (2 bars of D) |
| Bb | F | Bb | |
| Some mother's | son lies in a | field |
| D7 | Gm | F | Eb | Eb/D | |
| Back home they put his picture | in | a | frame |
| Cm | F | Bb | F | Eb | |
| But all dead | soldiers look the | same |
| D | A | D7 | |
| While all the | parents stand and w | ait |
| F# | F#7 | Bm | A | G | |
| To meet their | children coming | home | from | school |
| Bb | C | D | |
| Some mother's | son is lying | dead |
| G | D | |
| Some | where someone is | crying |
| A | D | |
| Someone is | trying to be so | brave |
| Bb | F | |
| But | still the world keeps tu | rning |
| C | F | F7 | |
| Though all the c | hildren have gone | away |
| Bb | F | Bb | |
| Some mother's | son lies in a | field |
| D7 | Gm | F | Eb | Eb/D | |
| But in his mother's eyes he loo | ks | th | e sam | e |
| Cm | F | Bb | F | Eb | |
| As on the day | he went away |
| D | A | D7 | |
| They put his p | icture on the wall |
| F# | F#7 | Bm | A | G | |
| They put flowe | rs in the pictur | e fra | me |
| Bb | C | D | |
| Some mothers m | emory remains |
| Albums this song can be found on: Arthur |