Thou shalt share their brightness,
Triumph in their light!
The Blue.
Dost thou feel the darkness
Near the gates of death?
Dost thou shrink in terror
At its icy breath?
Lo! the flag is o'er thee
With its field of blue!
It shall guide thee homewards!
Thou shalt share their brightness,
Triumph in their light!
The Blue.
Dost thou feel the darkness
Near the gates of death?
Dost thou shrink in terror
At its icy breath?
Lo! the flag is o'er thee
With its field of blue!
It shall guide thee homewards!