WHEN THIS CRUEL WAR IS OVER
by Charles Carroll Sawyer
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 gray,
When you vow'd to me and country to be true throughout the fray.
CHORUS: Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears how vain!
When this cruel war is over, praying that we meet again.
When the summer breeze is sighing, mournfully along,
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.--CHORUS
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.--CHORUS
