Oh my boy, my only boy

How these years will be cruel

Sure as day turns on to night

I’ll be lost to this world

Oh my love, my one true love

How these nights will be cruel

Though my vigil you will not stand

Keep my picture on that wall

Oh my friend, my world-worn friend

How this life will be long

Drink and song and hard fought wars

How I wish them back again

Feel it running through my fingers

Feel it running through my toes

Feels like running through them fields off far

Like I’ve been here before

Oh my folks, my poor dear folks

How I long for their side

Though I’m bound for Hell on earth

Hope grace finds us by and by

Copyright © 2007 Shaun Cromwell