The Vacant Chair
The Vacant Chair | |
Henry S. Washburn
| We shall meet, but we shall miss him There will be one vacant chair We shall linger to caress him While we breathe our evening prayer; When a year ago we gathered Joy was in his mild blue eye, But a golden chord is severed And our hopes in ruin lie. Chorus: We shall meet, but we shall miss him There will be one vacant chair We shall linger to caress him While we breathe our evening prayer. | 2. At our fireside, sad and lonely, Often will the bosom swell, At remembrance of the story How our noble Willie sell; How he strove to bear our banner Through the thickest of the fight, And uphold our country's honor In the strength of manhood's night. Chorus:
3. True, they tell us wreaths of glory |