Standing in the dewy grass
I hope and pray that they will pass
But they may not
but come to stay
I know not
If I die this day
The Redcoats come a thousand strong
their battle line is wide and long
What's ordained
I can not say
I know not
If I die this day
We stand apart but look across
to the other line and toss
a look of nervousness
then pray
I know not
If I die this day
Commanders yell, Commanders bark
their orders all along the park
but then a shot rings out and in
the confusion, it begins
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
Standing in the dewy grass
I hope and pray that they will pass
But they may not
but come to stay
I know not
If I die this day
The Redcoats come a thousand strong
their battle line is wide and long
What's ordained
I can not say
I know not
If I die this day
We stand apart but look across
to the other line and toss
a look of nervousness
then pray
I know not
If I die this day
Commanders yell, Commanders bark
their orders all along the park
but then a shot rings out and in
the confusion, it begins
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