[00:29.59]Now the fog and smoke is lifting from the fallen row on row
[00:37.11]In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls
[00:49.19]Jimmy left home in April, that was one year to the day
[00:55.88]Writes his mother back home in Brighton, but he ain't got much to say
[01:03.62]He's forgotten what his town looks like, the smell of death is all around
[01:10.91]He dreams of the blue Atlantic to once again be homeward bound
[01:19.71]Homeward bound
[01:24.06]Though the road was long and winding many snares lay in their path
[01:31.45]But their struggle they saw as righteous they fought with might and struck with wrath
[04:25.91][04:10.96][02:39.44][01:41.02]Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
[04:18.25][02:46.47][01:48.41]No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day
[04:40.89][02:54.18][01:55.98]Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves
[03:55.61][02:09.49]As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round
[04:03.33][02:16.38]You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound
[02:24.10]But the last car it was silent, they listened close but they couldn't hear
[02:31.53]It was laden down with coffins, that didn't speak and couldn't cheer
[04:33.35]No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save the souls of the blue and gray