Just Before The Battle, Mother – Tennessee Ernie FordBy Just before the battle, MotherI am thinking most of youWhile upon the fields we’re watchingWith the enemy in viewComrades, brave round me lyingFilled with thoughts of home and GodFor well they know that on the morrowSome will sleep beneath the sodFarewell, Mother, you may neverPress me to your breast againBut, oh, you’ll not forget me, MotherIf I’m numbered with the slainHark, I hear the bugels sounding‘Tis the signal for the fightNow, may God protect us, MotherAs he ever does the rightHear the battle cry of freedomHow it swells up on the airOh, yes, we’ll rally ’round the standardOr we’ll perish nobly thereFarewell, Mother, you may neverPress me to your breast againBut, oh, you’ll not forget me, MotherIf I’m numbered with the slain www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20