Standard (EADGBE)

 Now the fog and smoke is lifting

 From the fallen row on row

 In 1861 the prayed for God to keep their souls

 Jimmy left home in April

 That was one year to the day

 Writes his mother back home in Brighton

 But he ain't got much to say

 He's forgotten what his town looks like

 The smell of death is all around

 He dreams of the blue Atlantic

 To once again be homeward bound

 Homeward bound

 Though the road was long and winding

Many snares lay in their path

 But their struggle they saw as righteous

The fought with might and stuck with wrath

Chorus

 Now the battle hymns are playing

 Report of shots not far ways

 No prayer, no promise, no hand of God

 Could save their souls that April day

 Tell their wives that they fought bravely

As they lay them in their graves

 As the train pulled in the station

And the families gathered 'round

 You could hear the first car echo

With a loud triumphant sound

 But the last car it was silent

They listened close but they couldn't hear

 It was laden down with coffins

That didn't speak and couldn't cheer

Repeat Chorous

Solo

 As the train pulled in the station

 And the families gathered 'round

You could hear the first car echo

 With a loud triumphant sound

 Now the battle hymns are playing

 Report of shots not far away

 No prayer, no promise, no hand of God

 Could save theirs souls that April day

 Now the battle hymns are playing

 Report of shots not far away

 No prayer, no promise, no hand of God

 Could save the souls of the blue and grey

 Tell their wives that they fought bravely

As they lay them in their graves