As my daddy lay there on Omaha Beach
There were 24 hours on that longest day
Scar the beach where they lay
On that blood day called D
Back home a young girl was praying
God bring him home for me
When you think you've got nothing left to hold on to
You've got nothing left to hold on to
You've still got a prayer
On that South Brooklyn street
Born in the back of a store
That sold cigars and candy
And that's the way it would be
Walked down that hospital hall
Trying so hard not to cry
As he took his last breath
No there wasn't much hope