We Are Coming, Father Abr'am |
James Sloan Gibbons
We are coming, Father Abr'am, Three hundred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream And from New England's shore; We leave our plows and workshops, Our wives and children dear, With hearts too full for utterance, With but a silent tear, We dare not look behind us, But steadfastly before, We are coming Father Abr'am, Three hundred thousand more. Chorus: We are coming, we are coming, Our Union to restore, |: We are coming Father Abr'am, With three hundred thousand more. :|
2. If you look across the hilltops |
3. 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 pulling 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 Abr'am, Three hundred thousand more! Chorus:
4. You have called us and we're coming |