When This Cruel War Is Over
Published by Chas Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.
When This Cruel War is Over
Dearest Love, do you remember!
When we last did meet,
How you told me that you loved me
Kneeling at my feet?
Oh! how proud you stood before me,
In your suit of blue,
When you vow’d to me and country,
Ever to be true.
When the summer breeze is sighing,
Or when autumn leaves are falling,
Sadly breathes the song.
Oft in dreams I see thee lying
On the Battle plain,
Lonely, wounded, even dying;
Calling, but in vain
If amid the din of Battle,
Nobly you should fall,
Far away from those who love you,
None to hear you call.
Who would whisper words of comfort,
Who would soothe your pain?
Ah! the many cruel fancies
Ever in my brain.
But our country called you, darling,
Angels cheer your way,
While our nation’s sons are fighting
We can only pray.
Nobly strike for God and liberty,
Let all nations see
How we love our starry banner,
Ever of the Free.
500 Illustrated, Ballads, lithographed and printed by CHARLES MAGNUS, No. 12 Frankfort Street, New York.