OUT OF THE EAST
Out of Richmond
At the break of dawn,
On a dusty road
Leading to Appomattox town,
A nurse on her stallion rode home.
Alog the way
They passed Southerners
Shot, bloated and dead.
Sprung from swift hooves
They go thundering by,
Leaving dust from the road
Rising into the sky,
Crafting a trail as a comet,
Shot from the mouths
Of a thousand cannons.
Rushing for home, faster and faster
The rebellion foreboding
For Southerners then and forever,
The Civil War,
Is finally over.
Out of Richmond
At the break of dawn,
On a dusty road
Leading to Appomattox town,
A nurse on her stallion rode home.
Alog the way
They passed Southerners
Shot, bloated and dead.
Sprung from swift hooves
They go thundering by,
Leaving dust from the road
Rising into the sky,
Crafting a trail as a comet,
Shot from the mouths
Of a thousand cannons.
Rushing for home, faster and faster
The rebellion foreboding
For Southerners then and forever,
The Civil War,
Is finally over.
