This could be my last letter I may never see the cotton fields of home again I miss you, dear sister Tonight I never felt so all alone And the fog was so thick That the Stones River stars Could scarcely invade The dread and the dark And all that I could see When I closed my eyes to dream Was home, sweet home In the camps around Forrest The midnight coals were glowing through the haze The union boys sang Hail Columbia, and We sang look away, look away Then a hush in the rain And there rose a sweet refrain In the dark before dawn And instead of battle songs The enemy and we all sang a melody Of Home, Sweet Home So if this is my last letter And I never see the cotton fields of home again And if I fall here at Stones River I know that God will bear away my soul To be with Him And Ill wait for you there Where all is bright and fair Where the light of his face Outshines the blue and gray Where all of humankind Yes every man will find His home, sweet home
home, sang, sweet, cotton, humankind