Eliza Polly

Fort Hays 1867, young men are dying

It's cholera running through the barracks

Leaving young mothers crying

Oh, there's an angel of death to light their way

From this world to another

Straight to heaven, yeah she'd pray

Whoa Eliza Polly

Yeah the blue light lady

Whoa Eliza Polly

We'll all see her blue light someday

A fearless Bride of the prairie

Was taken by his will

A dead saint soon to walk among us

She's buried at the bottom of Sentinel hill

Underneath the cottonwoods

And the clear Kansas sky

Her body lies in rest

But tonight her soul will rise

Whoa Eliza Polly

Yeah the blue light lady

Whoa Eliza Polly

We'll all see her blue light someday

Yeah, we'll all see her blue light someday

We'll all see her blue light someday

Whoa Eliza Polly

Yeah the blue light lady

Whoa Eliza Polly

We'll all see her blue light someday

Yeah we'll all see her blue light someday

We'll all see her blue light someday