Soft Blow The Summer Winds Composer(s): John Phillips Performer(s): The Journeymen; Town Criers
Lord, we marched them dusty roads Gettysburg, that day Jamie, right there by my side, oh Lord Every step of the way
Soft blow the summer winds Where Jamie lies He don't have to fight again Sally, don't you cry
As we marched them last few miles Our heads hanging down Told me `bout his darling bride, oh Lord Her name was Sally Brown
Soft blow the summer winds Where Jamie lies He don't have to fight again Sally, don't you cry
Yes, I marched beside him, Lord Gave him water when he was dry But I could not hide him, Lord When it came his turn to die
Soft blow the summer winds Where Jamie lies He don't have to fight again Sally, don't you cry
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