Mother, is the Battle Over?
Mother, is the battle over?
Thousands have been slain, they say;
Is my father coming?-tell me,
Have the rebels gained the day?
Is he well, or is he wounded?
Mother, do you think lie's slain?
If you know, I pray you tell me.
Will my father come again?
Mother, dear, you're always sighing,
Since you last the paper read;
Tell me, why you now are crying,
Why that cap is on your head?
Ah! I see, you cannot tell me,
Father's one among the slain,
Although he loved us very dearly,
He will never come again.
Yes, my boy, your noble father
Is one numbered with the slain;
We shall not see him more on earth.
But in heaven we'll meet again.
He died for the Union's glory,
Our day may not be far between;
But I hope at the last moment
That we all shall meet again.