Shiloh

Seven swallows flying low
Through the mist of April rain
Though the war was long ago
Ghosts of the battlefields remain
So haunted is the choir hymn
Shallow lands of Calico
And over them the swallows skim
And all is hushed at Shiloh
All is hushed at Shiloh
Shiloh

Rebel soldiers at the gate
April 1862
The bloody war between the states
Between the sons of gray and blue
Here on these fields three thousand died
Shot down like the buffalo
Here on these fields the pilgrims pride
'Round the church of Shiloh
'Round the church of Shiloh
Shiloh

Warriors in shrouds of ash
Coats of oak and buckthorn roots
Lincoln in his stovepipe hat
Standing tall in goat skin boots
Says we were conceived in liberty
Four score and seven years ago
We died for all men to be free
Across the fields of Shiloh
Across the fields of Shiloh
Shiloh

Shiloh

Shiloh

Across the fields
Across the fields of Shiloh
Across the fields
Across the fields of Shiloh
Across the fields
Across the fields of Shiloh