The Faded Coat of Blue


The Words and Music of this Song will be sent to any address, post-paid, on receipt of 40 cents, by H. J. Wehman, P. O. Box 1823, New York City. Catalogue of Songs, Books, Novelties, $c., sent free


My brave lad he sleeps in his faded coat of blue,
In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true
He sank faint and hungry among the famish’d brave,
And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave.

He cried—“Give me water and just a little crumb,
And my mother she will bless you through all the years to come
Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true,
That I’ll meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue.

He said—“My dear comrades, you cannot take me home,
But you’ll mark my grave for mother, she’ll find me if she’ll come;
I fear she’ll not know me, among the good and true,
When I meet her up in heav’n, my faded coat of blue.”

Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more,
Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door;
I gaze o’er the hill where he waved a last adieu;
But no gallant lad I see, in his faded coat of blue.

No sweet voice was there, breathing soft a mother’s prayer,
But there’s One who takes the brave and the true in tender care—
No stone marks the sod o’er my lad so brave and true,
In his lonely grave he sleeps, in his faded coat of blue.

H. J. Wehman, Song Publisher, 50 Chatham St., New York.

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