Call To War

Tables prepared in streets of gold You've bared your tears from starry stone The stage is set so we can fly But suns will set and hearts are wild

'Til the southern wind puts me 6 feet down My feet won't rest 'til my love is found

Remember when the mountains fell Like pennies down a wishing well? Wish another day would come When I would watch 'em far from home

'Til the southern wind puts me 6 feet down My feet will march on holy ground

Our laborin' may end in pain While we walk the fields of the same When called to war from trumpets tall Love will see the army's fall When called to war from trumpets tall Love will see the army's fall