Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
S. T. Ervin
Reed Spring, Mo
Sept, 17, 1950
Reel 65, Item 3
A Happy Home of Sunshine
A happy home of sunshine now turned to one of tears,
The decoration the wall which called for volunteers
A mother and her only son by cruel fate must part,
He goes to serve his country but breaks his mother's heart.
In vain he tried to comfort her and says he'll soon return,
His confidence of victory, of honor he will learn.
Alas upon the battlefield he numbers with the dead,
And in his dying moments he to his comrade said:
Say goodbye to Mother, tell her I fought my fight,
Tell her gently if you can because her hair is white;
Tell her I died a-fighting, ask her not to cry,
Jult tell her I'm a soldier and not afraid to die.
When darkness lulls the battle, they laid this lad to rest;
His grave they digged with bayonets, his comrade does his best;
And wrapped him in his country flag, and gave a sinful prayer,
No soul to tell the story, a soldier buried there.
And when this raging war is o'er, the comrades reach their home,
They go to tell those dying words to the ones that are left alone,
A gentle knock upon the door they entered one by one,
To find his mother wrapped in death she's gone to meet her son.
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