The Soldier's Return
The Soldier's Return | |
William H. Morris, 1862
| We parted with a cheerful smile, When last I press'd her hand, To follow to the battlefield |: The Banner of our Land, :| Her glowing glance in memory Unceasingly will burn Chorus: |: For well I know she will bestow, :| |: For well I know she will bestow The same when I return! :| |
2. When gazing at the glimm'ring stars, And resting on the ground, While soldiers, wearied by the march, |: Are slumbering around, :| How oft, to hold that little hand, And here her vows I yearn Chorus: |