From A Georgia Battlefield

All my glorious dreams of battle and my uniform of gray
Now are ruined as my blood spills
On this rock on Georgia clay
16 summers I have seen past
But to suffer in this summer
I declare I don't remember
I ever felt a harder one.

Take this message to my mother
13 miles from Birmingham
Tell her I was a good soldier
And I died a brave young man

We have fought through heat and hunger,
sleepless nights and bitter frost.
But if Sherman takes Atlanta,
then our calls are surely lost.

Sir, I have no boots to give you
mine were through sometime in May.
But you can take my gun and powder.
I won't be needing them today.

Take this message to my mother
13 miles from Birmingham
Tell her I was a good soldier
And I died a brave young man

In my pocket there's a Bible
with a lock of hair inside for my sweet Amanda Walker
who would make a lovely bride

For the angels now are coming.
For my final breathe is near.
Guess for me, this war is over.
But my eyes will show no fear.

Take this message to my mother
13 miles from Birmingham
Tell her I was a good soldier
And I died a brave young man

Take this message to my mother
13 miles from Birmingham
Tell her I was a good soldier
And I died a brave young man