Herschel’s Song

I am only eighteen, Herschel is my name
Like my daddy before me, I'm marching off today
I'm marching off today

Ask me why I'm going, my friends all did the same
I am but a child, playing old man's games
Playing old man's games

I got a girl, Liza is her name
In mind I go to her, the vision is the same
The vision is the same

Gonna kill me some Yankees, my sergeant says I must
I know it's them or me, my sergeant's words I trust
My sergeant's words I trust

Preachers taught me mercy, Jesus said turn your cheek
Daddy taught me how to fight, for fear I would grow weak
For fear I would grow weak

Shrapnel took my eyes away, I can no longer see
In my mind I go to her, the vision is so sweet
The vision is so sweet
The vision is so sweet
The vision is so sweet