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 Stone's 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 of Round Forest
 the midnight coals were glowing through the haze
 The union boys sang Hail Columbia and
 Then a hush in the rain and there rose a sweet refrain
 In the dark before dawn, instead of battle songs
 The enemy and we all sang a melody
 we sang Look Away, Look away
 and I never see the cotton fields of home again
 I know that God will bear away my soul
 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
 Of home, sweet home.
 So if this is my last letter
 If I fall here at Stone's River
 to be with him
 his home sweet home.