Lie deep in a winter cold m'am.
Lie deep in a winter cold.
Your sons come home again
He's come home--m'am
Do you seek it?
What he went to send-
Home to the troops the Valley sought--
Wrought by men 'pon men--
Till freedom purged
through winds
satuated with a thirst or fever or--
Home again.
Home again--at last!
And let the windows sound out the light
Shine bright from the Heavens--
Where they stay.
In Heaven--Good heavens! the men cried out at last--
We are home again-- home again and here in the cold---

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