The homesick Zouave

(Tune of “Grace”)

As we gather for this battle here, In Gettysburg, PA.

I think about the past 2 years, my brave friends who all fell.

When we got here, they have told us we must fight for liberty

Now all I want this summer eve is to have you here with me.

Chorus:   I wish that you were here with me and hold me in your arms love,

               Tomorrow we go out, to fight the foe,

               And if die be sure that you’re the one I think of,

               I wish that I’d be home again, away from death and woe.

Now I know it’s hard for you my love, to ever understand.

The Love I bear for these brave men, who fight this strange land.

But when Bedaux called me to his side to join the volunteers,

I had to leave you my true love and leave behind my fears.

Chorus:

Now as the day is breaking my heart is breaking too,

As we march out to the fight the rebs; I think, my love, of you

When the bullets fly and shrapnels burst and men die here and there.

I pray to good to see again the eyes of that were so glare.