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 Stones 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 around Forrest
The midnight coals were glowing through the haze
The union boys sang Hail Columbia, and
We sang look away, look away

Then a hush in the rain
And there rose a sweet refrain
In the dark before dawn
And instead of battle songs
The enemy and we all sang a melody
Of Home, Sweet Home

So if this is my last letter
And I never see the cotton fields of home again
And if I fall here at Stones River
I know that God will bear away my soul
To be with Him

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
His home, sweet home