In every mansion, every cottage, all throughout the land,
There's a mother-heart that's feeling blue.
Her darling boy is missing; near her soul; with sword in hand
To make our country safe for me and you.
In every mother's eye there is a tear,
And on her lips a prayer, could you but hear.

Chorus
There's a vacant chair that's waiting there in every home tonight,
And the look from mother's dreaming. By the fireside burning bright,
She is thinking of her gallant boy who is fighting for the right;
There's a vacant chair in every home, in every home tonight.
(repeat last line)