Cross Country

Dear Sister

Hudba: Claire Lynch, Louisa Branscomb
Text: Claire Lynch, Louisa Branscomb

This could be my last letter
I may never see the cotton fields of home again
I miss you, Dear Sister
tonight, I never felt so all alone
And the fog was so thick, that the Stone's River stars
could scarcely invade the dread and the dark
and all that I could see
when I closed my eyes to dream, was home, sweet home

In the camps of Round Forest
the midnight coals were glowing through the haze
The union boys sang "Hail Columbia"
then we sang "look away, look away"
Then a hush in the rain and there rose a sweet refrain
in the dark before dawn, and instead of battle songs
the enemy and we
all sang a melody of "Home, Sweet Home"

So if this is my last letter
and I never see the cotton fields of home again
if I fall here at Stone's River
I know that God will bear away my soul, to be with Him
And I'll wait for you there, where all is bright and fair
where the light of His face, outshines the blue and gray
where all of humankind
yes, every man will find his home, sweet home