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Union Blue, Confederate Gray
Sons of the soil, two brothers born, One Northern true, one Southern torn. Their country wrenched and ripped asunder, From her fields, echoed the battle's thunder. Brother's two, they rode their own way, One favored Blue, the other Gray. Pistol crack and Rebel yell, Against the other, they rode into Hell. A fiery charge upon raging steed, To killing grounds, death's frenzy to feed. Musket shot and cannon ball, Brother against brother, they fall. Crashing to the earth's damp clay, Joined in death, the Blue and the Gray. Forged in battle, a nation shall cease, 'Til all her brethren are one in peace. Beneath the oak, two brothers abide, Their souls, in Heaven's field, ride. Ne'er again divided by Hate's sinful way, Union Blue, Confederate Gray. |