Brother's Fainting at the Door

Johnson, Song Publisher, 7 N. 10th St., Philadelphia.

Brother’s Fainting At The Door.

Yonder comes a weary soldier,
With falt’ring steps across the moor,
Mem’ries of the past steal o’er me,
He totters to the cottage door.
Look! my heart cannot deceive me,
’Tis one we deem’d on earth no more;
Call Mother; hasten, do not tarry,
For Brother’s fainting at the door.
Call Mother; hasten, do not tarry,
For Brother’s fainting at the door.

Tell us Brother of the battle,
Why you were numbered with the slain?
We who thought you lost forever,
Now clasp you to our arms again.
Oh may others share the blessing
Which Heaven kindly keeps in store,
May they meet their absent loved ones,
Ay, e’en though fainting at the door.
May they meet their absent loved ones,
Ay, e’en though fainting at the door.

I was wounded and a prisoner,
Our ranks were broken, forced to fly,
Thrown within a gloomy dungeon,
Away from friends alone to die;
Still the hope was strong within me,
A cherished hope that would restore,
I have lived by Heaven’s blessing
To meet my loved ones at the door.
I have lived by Heaven’s blessing
To meet my loved ones at the door.

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