Just Before The Battle, Mother Lyrics - Marty Robbins

Just before the battle, Mother, 

I am thinking most of you 

While upon the fields we're watching, 

With the enemy in view 

Comrades, brave, are round me lying 

Filled with thoughts of home and God 

For well they know that on the morrow 

Some will sleep beneath the sod 

Farewell, Mother, you may never 

Press me to your heart again 

But, oh, you'll not forget me, Mother 

If I'm numbered with the slain 

Hark, I hear the bugels sounding 

'Tis the signal for the fight 

Now may God protect us, Mother 

As he ever does the right 

Hear the battle cry of freedom 

How it swells up in the air 

Yes, we'll rally round the standard 

Or we'll perish nobly there 

Farewell, Mother, you may never 

Press me to your heart again 

But, oh, you'll not forget me, Mother 

If I'm numbered with the slain