Build a fort, hunker down the battle
Lines are drawn around and off in Fredericksburg
The little boys lie down
Angels swirl around the fire, defending night
And dreams from darkness’ ire and then as dawn wakes up again,
the boys stand up
Two thousand strong they take the field
Armed with steel and strength of mind
To take a victory march
Afraid but yet committed to the banner as it flew
Moving south to face the unknown, dismal fate
To die for freedom soon
To die with so much zeal is not uncommon
Or unreal—what would it take to muster
That in boys or men or anyone?
For you, I would take the battlefield
And risk a wound or two, and if I die before I wake—
I love you, too.
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