Layed 'Neath the Frost

I know not of disloyalty Not of trust, won or lost It matters no longer The count of souls layed 'neath the frost Resentment falls to the foolish Regret a terrible luxury to hold Only after we've fired our very last weapon Can we succumb to weary times and begin to grow old Bravery is rendered mandatory Pull yourself together soldier And prepare for it all to fall apart Pray once last to your holder For it may be the final following this start. I bid you goodbye son, best wishes to you still For I know not if there shall be, a morns good will But mourn this morning I shall Should we bury your vessel 'Neath God's greenest hill Walk with me brother Savor this strawberry speckled eve Do think fondly onto thy mother If so happens tomorrow They're looking for me.