My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue;
In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true
He sank faint and hungry among the famishd brave
And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave
No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest, noble spirit
In thy grave unknown! Ill find you and know you
Among the good and true
When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue

He cried, give me water and just a little crumb
And my mother she will bless you thro all the years to come;
Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true
That Ill meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue

No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest, noble spirit
In thy grave unknown! Ill find you and know you
Among the good and true
When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue

Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more
Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door;
I gaze oer the hill where he waved a last adieu
But no gallant lad I see, in his faded coat of blue
No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest, noble spirit
In thy grave unknown! Ill find you and know you
Among the good and true
When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue
No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest, noble spirit
In thy grave unknown! Ill find you and know you
Among the good and true
When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue