The boy only wanting to give mother something
And all of her roses had bloomed
Looking at him as he came rushing in
With him knowing her roses were doomed
All she could see was some thorns buried deep
And tears that he cried as she tended his woundsAnd she knew it was love
It was what she could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his handsHe still remembers that night as a child
On his mother's knee
She held him close and she opened her Bible
And quietly started to read
Then seeing a picture of Jesus, he cried out
"Mama, he's got some scars just like me"And he knew it was love
It was what he could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his handsNow the boy's grown and moved out on his own
When Uncle Sam comes along
A foreign affair, but our young men are there
And luck had his number drawn
It wasn't that long till our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned from the crossBut they knew it was love
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands