The black smoke from the battleRolling over hillsThe fires, the dead, and the dyingHaunting my memories ever stillOh, can't you hear?Hear that angel bandSinging, "Come home, soldierTo the Promised Land"Willy Johnson and meRebel soldiers, both from TennesseeWilly, he's laying by my sideSpoke these words to me, and then, he diedOh, can't you hear?Hear that angel bandSinging, "Come home, soldierTo the Promised Land"Longstreet, he stole away and criedWhen Lee gave him the order to attackIn his mind's eye, he could seeMost of the boys would not be backOh, can't you hear?Yes, here that angel bandSinging, "Come home, soldierTo the Promised Land"Oh, can't you hear?Yes, here that angel bandSinging, "Come home now soldierOh, to the Promised Land"(Whoo) we gon', we gon' see you later on hereThank you folks
