A KNOT OF BLUE AND GRAY

Upon my bosom lies

A knot of blue and gray;

You ask me why; tears fill my eyes

As low to you I say:

I had two brothers once,

Warm hearted, bold and gay;

They left my side—one wore the blue

The other wore the gray.

One rode with Stonewall and his men,

And joined his fate with Lee;

The other followed Sherman’s march

Triumphant to the sea.

Both fought for what they deemed the right,

And died with his sword in hand;

One sleeps amid Virginia hills,

And one in Georgia’s sand.

The same sun shines upon their graves,

My love unchanged must stay;

And so upon my bosom lies,

The knot of blue and gray.