Bugles are calling from prairie to shore, "Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war. Blue gra** and cotton, burnt and forgotten All hope seems gone so soldier march on to die. Bugles are calling from prairie to shore, "Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war. There in the distance a flag I can see, Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be, How ends the story, whose is the glory Ask if we dare, our comrades out there who sleep. meaning by7777 I think at that time, you made a decision and right or wrong found something quite different then blue gra** and cotton. Life became the good, the bad and the… See all