Dear Mother, I've Come Home to Die.
Words by E. Bowers. Music by Henry Tucker.
Dear mother, I remember well the parting kiss you gave to me.
When merry rang the village bell, my heart was full of joy and glee;
I did not dream that one short year would crush the hopes that soared
Oh, mother dear, draw near to me, dear mother, I've come home to die.
Call sister, brother to my side.
And take your soldier's last good-by, good-by;
Oh, mother dear, draw near to me,
Dear mother, I've come home to die.
Hark! mother, 'tis the village bell, I can no longer with you stay,
My country calls: To arms! to arms! the foe advances in fierce array!
The vision's past-I feel that now for country I can only sigh.
Oh, mother dear, draw near to me, dear mother, I've come home to die.-Cho.
Dear mother, sister, brother, all-one parting kiss-to all-good-by!
Weep not! but clasp your hand in mine, and let me like a soldier die;
I've met the foe upon the field, where kindred fiercely did defy.
I fought for right, God bless the flag! dear mother, I've come home to die.-Cho.