DIFFERENT SONG
You'll gather by my resting place with misty eyes and somber face
To bid an old veteran good-bye
There will be words of my life, a folded flag for my wife
And rifles fired into the sky
These salutes that are done when my war has been won
Will be fitting and proper and right
For these things are earned and one thing we learned
Was that you all were well worth the fight!
Then the bugle will blow with notes sad and slow
Bidding "all's well, safely rest"
But I've moved along to a different song
My hearts, to the one I like best
As "Taps" sounds at my grave, and tears crest as a wave
To fall to the sod heavily
My spirit's long gone to a new breaking dawn
I'm arising to God's "Reveille!"
They'll police up the brass from the green grass
Then place only my shell in the ground
So look up when you leave, no more need to grieve
Know that one day I'll see you around!