"Coming Home from the Old Camp Ground" by John Baker (1865)

Now comes the dawn of brighter days

O'er treason's dreary night;

And waiting millions catch the rays,

Of freedom's holy light.

Droop not ye weary waiting hearts.

The dawn of Peace is found

And soon we'll greet our loved ones home

Home from the Old Camp ground

[Chorus]

Yes they're coming, coming, coming, coming,

coming, coming, coming, coming,

Home from the Old Camp group.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, they're coming,

home, home, home, home,

home, home, home, home,

Oh lovely peace from thy fair brow,

Hope's brightest rays expand

Our hearts are lighted with their glow

And joy fills all the land

Now soon shall war's red hand be stayed,

And hushed each battle sound;

And soon we'll greet our loved ones home,

Home from the Old Camp ground.

Let's drop a tear for those who fell,

They rest 'neath sacred mounds

Brave hearts who loved their country well,

Gone from the old camp ground.

Peacefully they rest beneath the sod,

Till the last great trump shall sound;

Brave hearts, brave hearts they've reached their home,

Home from the Old Camp ground.

Peacefully they sleep through the silent night

Till the last great trump shall sound

And our banners wave o'er the quiet dead

As they sleep 'neath the Old Camp ground.

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Published by William Cluett & Son of Troy, NY.