You marched into the starry night,
prepared for war beneath the moon.
You always fought for what you believed to be right,
knowing death could come to you soon.
Morning arrives and brings the sun,
and you are prepared to fire at blue.
You gaze down the barrel of your borrowed gun,
for every shot you take brings freedom closer to you.
Across the field, your brother sees
a Confederate boy behind stone.
But you take aim and fire through the trees,
and now that Union boy is gone.
At the battle's end, one soldier finds another...
a Union boy, shot in the heart...
and beside him lays your brother.