Gousters The Wheatfield
The cannon's roar and smoke did nearly fill the airas
far as eyes could see.
Oh those valiant boys they charged line after line on
up
into the fray.
Honor bound they called them to that day..
As thousands fell away.
Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory
Where only echoes fall to tell their story.
On this field of souls arisin
Where for love of country they fought and died
afightin.
The battle raged as muskets plowed into those souls
that
stayed
The fight for blood and glory north and south they were
both
called blue and gray.
Gainin ground then fallin back and risin up again.
Seekin courage from their officers who fell
From swords and livin hell
Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory
Where only echoes fall to tell their story.
On this field of souls arisin
Where for love of country they fought and died afightin
The volleys sallied forth poundin all upon the
wheatfield north
and south
Their musket balls filled the amber fields into a
smokey haze
And as those valiant boys were risin from a daze
The black smoke blotted out their gaze...still the flag
was
raised !
Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory
Where only echoes fall to tell their story.
On this field of souls arisin
Where for love of country they gave their lives adyin
Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory
Where only echoes fall to tell their story.
On this field of souls arisin
Crossin wheatfields with no horizon.
Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory
Where only echoes fall to tell their story.
On this field of souls arisin
Where for love of country they fought and died afightin
Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory
Where only echoes fall to tell their story.
On this field of souls arisin
Where for love of country they fought and died afightin
Burn the wheatfields down
Burn the wheatfields down
Burn the wheatfields down
