Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then)
A sweetheart left behind
Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas
That's where my true love lies
Look for me when the sun-bright swallow
Sings upon the birch bough high
But you are in the ground with the voles and the weevils
All a'chew upon your bones so dry
But when the sun breaks to no more bulletin battle-cry
Then will you make a grave for I will be home then
I will be home then, I will be home then
I will be home then, then.
When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee
Made a seam to hem me in
There at the fair when our eyes caught, careless
Got my heart right pierced by a pin
But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas
All the bellies and the bones and the bile
No, I lingered here with the blankets barren
And my own belly big with child
But when the sun breaks to no more bullets in Battle Creek
Then will you make a grave for I will be home then
I will be home then, I will be home then
I will be home then
Stems and bones and stone walls too
Could keep me from you
Skein of skin is all too few
To keep me from you
But oh my love, though our bodies may be parted
Though our skin may not touch skin
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow
I will come on the breath of the wind
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