Just listening to this today. Wanted to share.

I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago

I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air

I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires,

A song of the battle, that was born in the flames,

and the rebels were waltzing on air.

I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz

that was written to be danced on the battlefield

I danced to the tune of a voice of a girl

A voice that called “Stand till we fall

we stand till all the boys fall.”

As we danced came the news that the war was not won

5 armies were coming, with carriage and gun

Through the heart of the camp

swept the news from the front

A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food

We knew the war could not be won.

So we danced with a rifle, to the rhythm of the gun

in a glade through the trees i saw my only one

Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun

The soldiers were dying, there was tune to the sighing.

The song was an old rebel one.

As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field

My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees

I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise

A voice began to call, stand till you fall

The tune was an old rebel one.

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