It's the rattle of the battle,
came and whispered soft and low.
For the soldier boy had fallen in the fray.
I am dying Captain, dying and
I know I have to go, but I would
have you promise ere I pass away.
Now there's a far and
distant river where the roses bloom so fast.
There's a maiden waiting for me all in vain.
It is there I'd have you take me,
I've been faithful, don't forsake me,
for I must be there when the roses bloom again.
When the roses bloom again beside the river,
and the robin red breast sings her sweet refrain.
As in days of auld lang syne I'll be with you sweetheart mine.
I'll be with you
when the roses bloom again.
So, blue grass, the ballad, and old-time country music,
are roots sounds for the modern country music and for
the musics that we look at as the great legacy of the American South.