Dear Sister

This could be my last letter, I may never see the cotton fields of home again I miss you, Dear Sister, Tonight I never felt so all alone And the fog was so thick that the Stone's River stars Could scarcely invade the dread and the dark And all that I could see when I closed my eyes to dream Was home, sweet home In the camps of Round Forest The midnight coals were glowing through the haze The union boys sang Hail Columbia and Then a hush in the rain and there rose a sweet refrain In the dark before dawn, instead of battle songs The enemy and we all sang a melody We sang Look Away, Look away And I never see the cotton fields of home again I know that God will bear away my soul And I'll wait for you there where all is bright and fair Where the light of his face outshines the blue and gray Where all of humankind yes every man will find Of home, sweet home. So if this is my last letter If I fall here at Stone's River To be with him His home sweet home.