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.