On the raging field of battle in a dugout dark and cold
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Lies a soldier in tears and wracked with pain.
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We gathered close beside him as our Captain said a prayer,
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We knew his chance to live was all in vain.
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He opened up his big blue eyes ans smiled thro' flowing tears,
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These last few words then to our Captain told
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"In this pocket by my heart, sir, is a message, send it please
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And with it send this little band of gold".
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I promised you sweetheart someday I'd meet you,
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Your tender form close to my heart I'd fold,
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But I'll never fill that promise, I have trod the last long mile,
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But I'm sending you your little band of gold.
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We laid him down in silence, t'was so hard to leave him there.
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Our hearts were heavy as we walked away,
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But we know tonight in Heaven there's another soldier boy
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Who'll be marked a hero on that Judgement Day.
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We wrote his dear old mother, sent his love to folks back home,
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And told her God had called him to the Fold.
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And the message to his darling we so carefully mailed away
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With his picture and her little band of gold.
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Little Band Of Gold
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| Hank Snow |
