A Picture Of Three Children

When that three day battle ended, one man in blue was found
 With no name to tell his story, as they laid him in the ground
 Just one more unknown soldier, but held tightly to his chest
 Was a picture of three children, dressed in their Sunday best.
 They pried it from his cold fingers, clutched tightly in his grasp
 Knowing it was the last thing, he'd seen before he passed
 The story of that picture, traveled farther north each day
 Where all the local papers, described on their front page.
 A picture of three children, in three little wooden chairs
 Two brothers and one sister, sweet faces and dark hair
 Three angels to one soldier, whose name remains unknown
 A picture of three children, whose father won't be coming home.
 In New York a wife and mother, was waiting for some word
 From the father of her children, last seen in Gettysburg
 When she read about that picture, found on a Union man
 And knew her husband Amos, had held tightly in his hand.
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 A picture of three children, in three little wooden chairs
 Two brothers and one sister, sweet faces and dark hair
 Three angels to one soldier, whose name was finally known
 A picture of three children, whose father won't be coming home.
 It was a picture of three children, Amos won't be coming home.