I remember every holiday   Our whole town lined the streets   Waitin’ on the big parade   From the curb in their lawn chair seats   And one old man always the first to stand   And snap a sharp salute   And one by one the crowd around   Would rise and follow suit      For the streamers flew like eagles   And the battle banners waved   For all the ones who fought and died   To see Old Glory raised   To each and every hero   Who has ever come and gone   The flags of our fathers carry on   The flags of our fathers carry on      Marching bands and the motorcades   Paper flowers and the floats   The beauty queens and their pageant waves   Oh, but what I remember most   Was that one old man always the first to stand   With his hand across his heart   And how his eyes welled up with pride   When he saw the color guard      As the streamers flew like eagles   And the battle banners waved   For all the ones who fought and died   To see Old Glory raised   To each and every hero   Who has ever come and gone   The flags of our fathers carry on   The flags of our fathers carry on      To each and every hero   Who has ever come and gone   The flags of our fathers carry on   The flags of our fathers carry on   The flags of our fathers carry on      Carry on...