time I laid eyes upon him,
it was just before the war
Bright young Alabama boy,
To say farewell, my friend,
He carried his old man's rifle,
He reared back in the saddle,
leave home and ride with him
The odds were not in favor
And they praised the unknown soldier
They lay roses on his grave
On the cold face of his tombstone
They never carve the name,
they say the sound will rise
here lies the unknown soldier
From the battle of Lookout Mountain,
on the day that he turned eighteen,
That good old southern boy
and a soldier till the end.
now I'm a dead man's tomb
And they praise the un known soldier
They lay roses on his grave
On the cold face of his tombstone
They never borrowed a name,
they say the sound will rise
Rest in peace, here you lie
Yet an old soldier there,
Yet an old soldier there,
cries the long black spring
He'll die without a name on
They say it's time to rise