Patriot's ShroudWrap him in a field of blue With fifty stars to crown him Let thirteen stripes of red and white In quiet death surround him Old Glory let him rest his head Upon your starry field All through the night, in desparate fight Your banner was his shield His soldier's cry that rallied forth Now muted cannot tell With shining eyes, not pleading cries Beneath you shadow fell Now wrapped up in your field of blue Your fifty stars have crowned him Under foreign skies, your soldier lies With stars and stripes around him. |