Faded Coat Of Blue - Jolie Holland
My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue
In a lonely silent grave 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 one little crumb
And my mother she will bless you
In the naughty days to come
Oh tell my dear sister
So gentle and so true
That I'll meet her up in heaven
In my faded coat of blue
No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest lonely spirit in thy grave unknown
I'll know you and find you
Among the good and true
When a robe of white is giving
For the faded coat of blue
Long long years have vanished
And though he comes no more
Yet my anxious heart will start
With each footfall at my door
I gaze over the hill tanks
Where he waved a last adieu
But no gallant lad I see in his faded coat of blue
No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest lonely spirit in thy grave unknown
I'll know you and find you
Among the good and true
When a robe of white is giving
For the faded coat of blue
