SOFT BLOW THE SUMMER WINDS
(John Phillips)

The Journeymen - 1961
Town Criers - 2002


Lord, we marched them dusty roads
Gettysburg, that day
Jamie, right there by my side, oh Lord
Every step of the way

Soft blow the summer winds
Where Jamie lies
He don't have to fight again
Sally, don't you cry

As we marched them last few miles
Our heads hanging down
Told me `bout his darling bride, oh Lord
Her name was Sally Brown

Soft blow the summer winds
Where Jamie lies
He don't have to fight again
Sally, don't you cry

Yes, I marched beside him, Lord
Gave him water when he was dry
But I could not hide him, Lord
When it came his turn to die

Soft blow the summer winds
Where Jamie lies
He don't have to fight again
Sally, don't you cry