Two Soldiers

By Bob Dylan

Two Soldiers

World Gone Wrong

He was just a blue-eyed boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"i'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If i ride back again.
But if you ride back & i am left,
You'll do as much for me,
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.

"she's waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when i am gone,
I'll see her soon, i know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instance hand touched hand.
They said, "aye," & away they rode,
That brave & devoted band.

Straight was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot & shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom & death had spared
Rode slowly back again.

But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.

Photo: Bob Dylan