Bugles are calling from prairie to shore
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war
Drums beating loudly hearts beating proudly
March blue and grey and smile as you go

Smoke hides the valleys and fire paints the plains
Loud roar the cannons till ruin remains
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone, so soldier march on to die

Count all the crosses and count all the tears
These are the losses and sad souvenirs
This devastation once was a nation
So fall the dice, how high is the price?

There in the distance, a flag I can see
Scorched and in ribbons, but whose can it be
How ends the story, whose is the glory?
Ask if we dare, our comrades out there who sleep

Count all the crosses and count all the tears
These are the losses and sad souvenirs
This devastation once was a nation
So fall the dice, how high is the price we pay?