Lyrics:

Arranged By Julie &amp Buddy Miller

he Was Just A Blue-Eyed Boston Boy
his Voice Was Low With Pain
ill Do Your Bidding Comrade Mine
if I Ride Back Again
but If You Ride Back And I Am Left
youll Do As Much For Me
mother You Know Must Hear The News
so Write To Her Tenderly
shes Waiting At Home Like A Patient Saint
her Fond Face Pale With Woe
her Heart Will Be Broken When I Am Gone
ill See Her Soon I Know
just Then The Order Came To Charge
for An Instance Hand Touched Hand
they Said Aye And Away They Rode
that Brave And Devoted Band
straight Was The Track To The Top Of The Hill
the Rebels They Shot And Shelled
plowed Furrows Of Death
through The Toiling Ranks
and Guarded Them As They Fell
there Soon Came A Horrible Dying Yell
from Heights That They Could Not Gain
and Those Who Doom And Death Had Spared
rode Slowly Back Again
but Among The Dead That Were Left On The Hill
was The Boy With The Curly Hair
the Tall Dark Man Who Rode By His Side
lay Dead Beside Him There
theres No One To Write To The Blue-Eyed Girl
the Words That Her Lover Had Said
momma You Know Awaits The News
and Shell Only Know Hes Dead


from Julie Miller broken Things
hightone Records 1999