Shenandoah Dreams

A new day breaks and cannons roar
Drowning out the morning praise of birds
Flying high above the battle lines

Men, brothers in blue and grey
In silence wait the orders of the day

Bayonets fixed, muskets loaded
Eyes stare out towards their foe
Each one believes that God
Will give their side victory
On this battlefield today

Drummer boys drum in perfect time
Blue and grey march in straight lines
And never glance away
From the distant, waiting goal
As comrades fall onto the bloody ground

Cannons cover the dying screams
Of mangled men that lie
Upon this green field of death

A bugler blows retreat
But such a thing must be ignored
And victory’s high price
Must be paid in blood

A new day breaks in silence
I look out upon an old battlefield
And for another moment I retreat
Back into my Shenandoah dream