(Vince Bulla - Peter Cotton)      ''A word or two to Mary, please write a letter for me.''   That's what my buddy said to me today   I couldn't keep from crying, sad eyes're looking at me   He said, ''I'll tell you what I wanted to say.''      ''Oh, I don't mind dyin', I just hate to leave you alone   And I wish that I could watch the children grow   But there's no use denyin' I won't be coming back home   Just a word or two to you before I go.''      Down on my knees beside him, I begged my buddy to live   I told the Lord to please take me instead   But a word or two to Mary was all my buddy could give   And just these words were all your husband said.      ''Oh, I don't mind dyin', I just hate to leave you alone   And I wish that I could watch the children grow   But there's no use denyin' I won't be coming back home   Just a word or two to you before I go.''      --- Instrumental ---      A word or two to Mary, I must have some of my own   He was the truest friend I ever had   I'll keep writing letters to her help the children along   Tell them in a way that it's from their dad.      He didn't mind dyin' he just hated to leave you alone   And he wished that he could see his children grow   I'll be standing by 'em as I know he'd want me to   And write a word or two to Mary as they grow.      And write a word or two to Mary as they grow...