Story Behind The Song

A Broadway and Gorman song from just a couple years ago.

Lyrics

Was walking in a cemetery
The other day alone
Made a paper etching
Of words upon a stone
"Unknown Confederate Soldier
Eighteen-sixty-three"
Unknown, I thought, but unto God
And now to me

A drizzle started coldly falling
A barren winter tree
Mourning for the seasons
Of eternity
Here lay all the battlefields
The end of every war
I took the etching home
And tacked it on my door

And praise, praise, praise to the stars
That light the night for the glory of Mars
For the unknown stories
For the untold glories
For all the unknown
Glorious stories of ours

Was visiting a great cathedral
The other day alone
Looking at the stained glass
Embedded in the stone
How many warriors?
How many dreams?
Unknown, I thought
But unto God...

And praise....