Just Before The Battle, Mother |
George F. Root
Just before the battle, Mother, I am thinking most of you; While upon the field we're watching, With the enemy in view. Comrades brave around me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God; For well they know upon the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod Chorus: Farewell, Mother, you may never Press me to your heart again; But, oh, you'll not forget me, Mother, If I'm numbered with the slain | 2. Oh, I long to see you, Mother, and the loving ones at home; But I'll never leave our banner, 'till in honor I can come. Tell the enemy around you That their cruel words, we know, In every battle kill our soldiers by the help they give the foe. Chorus: Farewell, Mother, you may never Press me to your heart again; But, oh, you'll not forget me, Mother, If I'm numbered with the slain |
3. Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now may God protect us, Mother, as he ever does the right. Hear the "Battle Cry of Freedom",* How it swells upon the air, Oh yes, we'll rally round the standard Or we'll perish nobly there. Chorus: Farewell, Mother, you may never Press me to your heart again; But, oh, you'll not forget me, Mother, If I'm numbered with the slain |
* Kind of a self-promotion as Root wrote that song the year before.