La Storia Di Un Soldato

Bugles are calling
from prairie to shore,
Sign up and Fall in
and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton
Burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone
So soldier march on to die.
uuhhh... uuhhh...

Bugles are calling
from prairie to shore,
Sign up and Fall in
and march off to war.

There in the distance
A flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons
But whose can it be;
How ends the story,
Whose is the glory,
uuhhh... uuhhh...
Ask if we dare
Our comrades out there who sleep.
Drums beating loudly,
Hearts beating proudly
Match Blue and Grey
And smile as you say Goodbye.
Smoke hides the valleys
And fire paints the plains.
Loud roar the cannons
'Til ruin remains: