The Flagmaker, 1775

[WOMAN 2]
With the guns flaring and the drums pounding
There's no hope of getting rest
With the lights glaring and calls sounding
And the clenching in your chest
When the man's in battle, and the baby's rattle
Only makes you more depressed
The wise woman does what she knows
If it's fighting, she fights
If it's sewing, she sews
When the tension inside overflows and goes too far

One more star, one more stripe
To escape your lonely bed
One more star, one more stripe
Join the blue, the white, and red
One more star, one more stripe
As you pray your child's not dead

With the roof leaking and walls wetter
And the night as black as pitch
With the wind shrieking and his last letter
Says he's fighting in a ditch
Then the candle flickers and the river bickers
What else can you do but stitch?

One more star, one more stripe
'Til you feel the rising sun
One more star, one more stripe
'Til this foolishness is done
One more star, one more stripe
Who'll be waiting when we've won

Grab a needle, grab a thimble
If it's all that keeps you sane
Think of freedom as a symbol
Think of justice as a gain
Think of life with independence
Think of muskets and brigades
Think of taking the oppressors
Think of banners and parades
When the gate creaks
And the paint cracks
And the cat cries
And the night crawls

Raise a flag
Raise a flag
Raise a flag 'til you're free

One more star, one more stripe
'Til this bloodshed's finally through
One more star, one more stripe
'Til they come back home to you
One more star, one more stripe
When there's nothing you can do

If they take all the things
That define what you were
And are
One more star