in his faded coat of blue
In a lonely grave unknown
lies a heart that beats so true
And they laid him sad and lonely
within his painless grave
And my mother, she will bless you
through all the years to come.
And tell my sweet sister,
so gentle, kind, and true,
That I'll meet her up in heaven,
in my fainted colonial blue.
No more the bugle calls the weary one,
when you're brave unknown,
We'll find you and know you
Where a robe of white is given
He said, my dear comrades,
But please mark my grave for mother,
so she'll find it should she come
I fear she will not know me
Till I meet her up in heaven
in my fainted coat of blue.
There was no one with him
to close his sad blue eyes
to give him sweet replies
for my lad so brave and true,
In his lonely grave he's sleepin'
in his faded coat of blue.
Long years have vanished,
and though he comes no more,
My startled heart still leaps
with each football at the door.
where he waved his last adieu,
No more the bugle calls the weary one,
We'll find you and know you
Where a robe of white is given
for a faded coat of blue.
