American Old Time Song Lyrics: 04 Brothers Fainting At The Door
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 4
Brother's Fainting at the Door.
Yonder comes a weary soldier,
With falt'ring steps across the moor;
Mem'ries of the past steal o'er me-
He totters to the cottage door;
Look, my heart can not deceive me,
Tis one we deemed on earth no more;
Call mother, hasten, do not tarry,
For brother's fainting at the door.
Chorus.
Kindly greet the weary soldier,
Words of comfort may restore;
You may have an absent brother,
Fainting at a stranger's door.
"Tell us, brother, of the battle,
Why you were numbered with the slain?
We, who thought you lost forever,
Now clasp you to our arms again.
Oh, may others share the blessing
Which heaven kindly keeps in store;
May they meet their absent loved ones,
Ay, e'en though fainting at the door."-Chorus.
"I was wounded and a pris'ner,
Our ranks were broken, forced to fly,
Thrown within a gloomy dungeon,
Away from friends, alone, to die.
Still the hope was strong within me,
A cherished hope that would restore;
I have lived, by heaven's blessing,
To meet my loved one's at the door."-Chorus.