American Old Time Song Lyrics: 59 We Are Coming Father Abraham

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 59

We Are Coming, Father Abraham.

We are coming, Father Abraham,
Three hundred thousand more;
From Mississippi's winding stream,
And from New England's shore.
We leave our ploughs and workshops,
Our wives and children dear;
With hearts too full of utterance,
With but a silent tear.
We dare not look behind us,
But steadfastly before-
We are coming, Father Abraham,
Three hundred thousand more.

Chorus.

We are coming, we are coming,
Our Union to restore;
We are coming, Father Abraham,
With three hundred thousand more.

If you look across the hill-tops,
That meet the Northern sky:
Long, moving lines of rising dust,
Your vision may descry.
And now the wind, an instant,
Tears the cloudy veil aside;
And floats aloft our spangled flag.
in glory and in pride.
And bayonets in the sunlight gleam,
And bands brave music pour-
We are coming. Father Abraham,
Three hundred thousand more.- Chorus.

If you look all up our valleys,
Where the growing harvests shine,
You may see our sturdy farmer boys
Fast forming into line;
And children from their mother's knees
Are put ling at the weeds;
And learning how to reap and sow,
Against their country's needs;
And a farewell group stands weeping
At every cottage door-
We are coming. Father Abraham,
Three hundred thousand more.-Chorus.

You have called us, and we're coming,
By Richmond's bloody tide;
To fay us down for freedom's sake,
Our brothers' bones beside;
Or from foul treason's savage group
To wrench the murderous blade;
And in the face of foreign foes,
Its fragments to parade.
Six hundred thousand loyal men,
And true, have gone before-
We are coming, Father Abraham,
Three hundred thousand more.- Chorus.