On the 21st of April 18 and 65 331 left Washington for Lincoln's last train ride Cannons boomed, the bonfires burned, the evergreens wore gray 331 in the morning sun, the hearse, that journey made
See that train coming boys rolling down the main Draped in black, she won't be back, it's Lincoln's funeral train With a portrait of the martyred man shot down by a traitor Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the Great Emancipator
Crowds jammed the streets for a final look at the great man who had stood At the country's helm through the bitter war that seemed of little good Felled by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth as the battle died away His guiding spirit to reconcile by absence brought dismay
See that train coming boys rolling down the main Draped in black, she won't be back, it's Lincoln's funeral train With a portrait of the martyred man shot down by a traitor Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the Great Emancipator
See that train coming boys rolling down the main Draped in black, she won't be back, it's Lincoln's funeral train With a portrait of the martyred man shot down by a traitor Just toll the bell and bid farewell to the Great Emancipator Just toll the bell and bid farewell... to the Great EmancipatorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
