Life is a dream, its wakening,
Death, gentle shadow of God's wing.
Life is a dream, its wakening,
Death, gentle shadow of God's wing.
I am dying, O my masters!
On its mission of death that bullet 'ustled along, and it caved
A 'ole in them tracts to 'is 'ide, boys -- but the life o' me pal was saved.
Fury of death and dust and din!
The sordid room was still as death.
My men are dead and I am dying.
And all his kindred they shall see, and all shall curse his name,
Who bought his life at such a cost, the price of death and shame.
Say, I love them two to death,
Sure they miss me:
With no whisky on my breath
How they'll kiss me!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories