When This Dreadful War is Ended |
George Cooper, 1863
When this dreadful war is ended, I will come again to you, Tell me dearest ere we sever, Tell me, tell me youll be true. Though to other scenes I wander, Still your memry pure and bright, In my heart will ever linger, Shining with undying light; Do not weep love, sit beside, Whisper gentle words of cheer, Be not mournful now my darling, Let me kiss away each tear. Chorus: How happy I will feel if I but know That youll contented be, Ill never, never have one pang of woe, While you are true to me. | 2. On the gory field of battle You sweet voice will nerve my hand, And when weary, sad or wounded Your fair image near me stand. In my visions, like some angel, You will turn my grief to bliss; On my pale and fevered forehead I will often feel your kiss. Our dear native lands in danger And well calmly bide the time Till this dreadful war is over, And the bells of peace shall chime. Chorus:
3. When this dreadful war is ended, |