Mark Erelli - Blue-eyed boston boy

He was just a blue eyed ^DBoston boy His voice was ^Alow with pain I'll ^Edo your bidding comrade ^Dmine If I ride back a^Again But if ^Eyou ride on and I should ^Afall You'll do as much for ^Eme Mother at ^Ahome is awaiting the ^Dnews So write her ^Etender^Aly

She is ^Ewaiting at home like a ^Dpatient saint Her fond face ^Apale with woe Her ^Eheart will be broken when ^DI am dead I'll see her face no ^Amore Just ^Ethen the order ^Acame to charge For a moment hand touched ^Ehand They answered "^AAye" and away they ^Drode That ^Ebrave and devoted ^Aband

Straight ^Eway was the course to the ^Dtop of the hill And the rebels with ^Ashot and shell Ploughed ^Efurrows of death through the ^Dtoiling ranks And guarded them as they ^Afell There ^Esoon came a horrible ^Adying sound From the heights they could not ^Egain And ^Athose that doom and ^Ddeath had spared Rode ^Eslowly back a^Again

But a^Emong the dead at the ^Dtop of the hill Was the ^Aboy with the golden hair And the ^Etall dark man that ^Drode by his side Lay still beside him ^Athere There was ^Eno one to write to his ^Ablue-eyed girl The words that her lover had ^Esaid And ^Amother at home is a^Dwaiting the news She'll ^Eonly find he's ^Adead While ^Amother at home is a^Dwaiting the news She'll ^Eonly find he's ^Adead