A father's keening, not the worry but the loss that too often comes after it:

WITH A MEMORY LIKE MINE
(Darrell Scott)

I can see that train a-comin'
Watch that big light shine this way
Hear that whistle, soft and low now
Lord, it's been an awful day

I watched him leave that Friday mornin'
It was in the month of May
I told my son to be a good soldier
But return again some day

He was returned just one year later
But I'll not forget that day
The baggage car is where he travelled
In a casket where he lay

Chorus:
Train man, keep your whistle blowin'
Make it moan and make it whine
You make a man feel mighty lonesome
With a memory like mine

In that little country graveyard
On a dark and dreary day
They placed a flag upon the casket
And the casket in the grave

I couldn't stand it any longer
And I knew not how to pray
I cried O Lord, I hate to leave him
All alone beneath that clay

[Chorus]

I can see him as a baby
I can hear him call my name
I can feel him under fire
And see him risin' from the flame

Lord if I could, I'd trade places
I would gladly give my all
I'd wrap that flag around me like a blanket
And listen for the clouds to fall

[Chorus]