Give This to Mother
Give This to Mother | |
S. W. Harding, 1864
| Take I pray thee this small locket, Brother soldier ere I die; Life is flick'ring in its socket, And my spirit soon will fly! I am dying, comrade dying, Far from home and her I love; Death with life is strongly viewing; And I soon will be above. Refrain: Take this locket, soldier, brother, Don't forget, give this to mother. |
2. Comrade hear those angels singing, See beyond the brilliant light; Hear yon joy-bells sweetly ringing, Shade my vision from God's sight' Death has come, my eyes grow dimmer, Let me comrade touch your hand, Ere the stars of ev'ning glimmer, I will find a fairer land. Refrain: |