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I'm an idiot when it comes to figuring stuff out by ear. That's why I need all you smarts out there for help. This is a song by a civil war veteran. It took me awhile to figure out what the lyrics are.

I am standing on the summit

Of a century of years

That has measured the life of our nation,

And I sabered down the mountain

A flood of blood and tears

That was shed for our country's salvation.

And I see a mighty legion, who for a nation's life

would forfeit young manhood's fresh glory,

And I see a mighty legion who pitted in the strife

Now sleeping in garments stiff and gory.

And where going soon to meet them in the bivouac of the soul,

As the shadows around us give warning,

And I want to see my comrades when the angels call the Roll,

All are ready for inspection in the morning.

We where boys when we enlisted, and these wrinkled brows where clear,

And our eyes where not dimmed in their vision,

And the frost that never melts had not fallen on our hair,

And our step had not lost its precision.

But the years have built their terraces on every comrades brow,

And age made our weary limbs quiver,

And the frost was falling thick and we landed ever quick

to the camp that is over the river.

And where going soon to meet them in the bivouac of the soul

As the shadows around us give warning,

And I want to see my comrades when the angels call the Roll,

All are ready for inspection in the morning.
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