Song Description

The futility of war

Lyrics

The swords were drawn from their scabbards
That hot, faithless day in July
When the young should be laughing and swimming
Instead of just fixing to die
Thunder rocked from the hillside
Fireballs burst out their call
Bullets came out of nowhere
The screaming of death's cannonball
In Gettysburg, in Gettysburg

Caleb was crouched in a hovel
Hoped that its walls would protect
From the hate and hunger and misery
From the devil who was out to collect
When the door of his shack was blown open
By a wind that was shrouded in black
He cringed as it whistled right through him
He knew he was not coming back
To Gettysburg, to Gettysburg

Now I can't hear a sound in Gettysburg
The screams are long silent and cold
For the truths of those days
Are now buried in graves
With stories that were never told

The hills are aflame from this horror
Brother against brother on the land
Their daddy had worked for the both of them
Now they both draw a line in the sand
And the ghosts of their past are just speechless
As the blood rains down from the sky
Covers the birch and the beeches
And the cries of the young 'fore they die
In Gettysburg, in Gettysburg