Kiss Me, Mother, Kiss Your Darling.
Kiss me, mother, kiss your darling, lean my head upon your breast,
Fold your loving arms around me-I am weary let me rest.
Scenes of life are swiftly fading, brighter seems the other shore;
I am standing by the river, angels wait to waft me o'er.
Kiss me, mother, kiss your parting, lay my head upon your breast,
Fold your loving arms around me-I am weary, let me rest.
Kiss me, mother, kiss your darling, breathe a blessing on my brow.
For I'll soon be with the angels-fainter grows my breath e'en now.
Tell the loved ones not to murmur; say I died our flag to save,
And that I shall slumber sweetly in the soldier's honored grave.- Chor.
Oh! how dark this world is growing-hark! I hear the angel band-
How I long to join their number, in that fair and happy land;
Hear you not that heavenly music floating near, so soft and low?
I must leave you-farewell, mother! kiss me once before I go.- Chorus.