Bugles are calling
From prairie to shore
"Sign up and fall in
And march into war."
Drums beating loudly
Hearts beating proudly
March blue and gray
And smile as you go
Smoke hides the valleys
And fire paints the plains
Loud roar the cannons
Till ruin remains
Bluegrass and cotton
Burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone
So soldier march on
To die

Count all the crosses
And count all the tears
These are the losses
And sad souvenirs
This devastation
Once was a nation
So fall the dice
How high is the price?
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
Count all the crosses
And count all the tears
These are the losses
And sad souvenirs
This devastation
Once was a nation
So fall the dice
How high is the price
We pay?