Текст Vince Gill – Dear Old Flag

For the dear old flag I die
Said the wounded drummer boy
Mother, press your lips to mine
O, they bring me peace and joy

‘Tis the last time on earth
I shall ever see your face
Mother take me to your heart
Let me die in your embrace

For the dear old flag I die
Mother, dry your weeping eye
For the honor of our land
And the dear old Flag I die

Do not mourn, my mother, dear
Every pang will soon be o’er
For I hear the angel band
Calling from their starry shore

Now I see their banners wave
In the light of perfect day
Though ’tis hard to part with you
Yet I would not wish to stay

For the dear old flag I die
Mother, dry your weeping eye
For the honor of our land
And the dear old flag I die

Farewell, mother, death’s cold hand
Weighs upon my spirit now
And I feel his blighting breath
Fan my pallid cheek and brow

Closer, closer to your heart
Let me feel that you are by

For the dear old flag I die
Mother, dry your weeping eye
For the honor of our land
And the dear old flag I die

For the honor of our land
And the dear old flag I die