Tonight at our mens chorus rehearsal, we sang a song from the musical, Civil War. It is song by a young dying soldier, private Sam Taylor. The solo was sung by one of the finest baritones Ive ever heard. And as he sang the final words, this room of forty five 50 and 60 year old men, all of us a son and every one of us a father, was in tears. Heres to our fathers. Heres to our sons. Tell my father that his son Didnt run, or surrender That I bore his name with pride As I tried to remember You are judged by what you do While passing through As I rest neath fields of green Let him lean on my shoulder Tell him how I spent my youth So the truth could grow older Tell my father when you can I was a man Tell him we will meet again Where the angels learn to fly Tell him we will meet as men For with honor did I die Tell him how I wore the Blue Proud and true through the fire Tell my father so hell know I love him so Tell him we will meet again Where the angels learn to fly Tell me meet as men For with honor did I die Tell him how I wore the blue Proud and true like he taught Me Tell my father not to cry Then say Goodbye youtube/watch?v=Pt-P7YNbj7s
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 01:24:19 +0000