Soldier's Dream - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SOLDIER'S DREAM. 
Our bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel-stars set their watch in the sky. And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered-The weary to sleep and the wounded to die. 
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. 
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track; 'Twas Autum-and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers that welcomed me back. 
I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard ray own mountain-goats bleating aloft. And knew the sweet song that the corn-reapers sung. 
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little one kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fullness of heart. 
Stay, stay with us-rest! thou art weary and worn; And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay, But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.