The boy only wanted to give Mother something   And all of her roses had bloomed   Looking at her as he came rushing in with them   Knowing her roses were doomed   All she could see were some thorns buried deep   And the tears that he cried as she tended his wounds      And she knew it was love   It was one she could understand   He was showing his love   And that's how he hurt his hands      He still remembers that night as child   On his mother's knee   She held him close and she opened her bible   And quietly started to read   And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out   "Momma, he's got some scars just like me."      And he knew it was love   It was one he could understand   He was showing his love   And that's how he hurt his hands      Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own   When Uncle Sam comes along   A foreign affair, but our young men were 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 cross      But 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