I have heard the cannons thundering all night And I cannot sleep for wondering why's a rebel's cause so right And the morphine seems to do no good at all And I would run away it I would not fall I joined the southern cavalry for fun and I had rode a thousand horses Always had a way with a gun
Now I'm among the horseless riders lying still Swallowed up by the cause on the widows hill And I dreamed about a rose in a spanish garden And I kissed you and I placed it in your hair And if I'm ever on my feet again I will And I will run all the way just to meet you there
Through the day I watched those southern boys go down And they lay like Georgia peaches bruised and broken on the ground Through the night I wondered was it worth the pain And I cried not revenge I called your name