American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Tell Mother I Die Happy
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17
TELL MOTHER I DIE HAPPY.
I am dying, comrades, dying,
As you bear me lightly tread,
Soon, ah, soon I shall be lying
With the silent, sleeping dead;
I am dying, comrades, dying,
Still the battle rages near,
Tell me, are our foes aflying-
I die happy, mother dear.
Chorus.
Tell my mother I die happy,
That for me she must not weep,
Tell her how I longed to kiss her,
Ere I sank in death to sleep.
I am going, comrades, going,
See how damp my forehead's now-
Oh, I see the angels coming,
With bright garlands for my brow-
Bear this message to my mother,
How in death that God was near,
He to bless and to support me-
I die happy, mother dear.-Chorus.
Lay me, comrades, 'neath the willow,
That grows-on the distant shore,
Wrap the starry flag around me,
I would press its folds once more.
Let the cold earth be my pillow,
And the "Stars and Stripes" my shroud,
Soon, O, soon, I shall be marching,
Amid the heavenly crowd.-Chorus.