Mark Erelli - Blue Eyed Boston Boy lyrics

He was just a blue eyed Boston boy His voice was low with pain I'll do your bidding comrade mine If I ride back again But if you ride on and I should fall You'll do as much for me Mother at home is awaiting the news So write her tenderly She is waiting at home like a patient saint Her fond face pale with woe Her heart will be broken when I am dead I'll see her face no more Just then the order came to charge For a moment hand touched hand The answered "aye" and away they rode That brave and devoted band Straight way was the course to the top of the hill The rebels they shot with shot and shell Ploughed furrows of d**h through the toiling ranks And guarded them as the fell There soon came a horrible dying sound From the heights they could not gain And those that doom and d**h had spared Rose slowly back again But among the dead at the top of the hill Was the boy with the golden hair And the tall dark man that rode by his side Lay still beside him there There was no one to write to his blue eyed girl The words that her lover had said And mother at home is awaiting her son She'll only find he's dead While mother at home is awaiting her son She'll only find he's dead