Judy Cook, Folksinger

Brother, Tell Me of the Battle

As Sung By Judy Cook

Brother, tell me of the battle,
How the soldiers fought and fell
Tell me of the weary marches,
She who loves will listen well.
Brother, draw thee close beside me,
Lay your head upon my breast
While you’re telling of the battle,
Let your fevered forehead rest

Brother, tell me of the battle,
How the soldiers fought and fell
Tell me of the weary marches,
She who loves will listen well.

Brother, tell me of the battle,
For they said your life was o’er.
They all told me you had fallen,
That I’d never see you more
Oh, I’ve been so sad and lonely,
Filled my breast has been with pain
Since they said my dearest brother
I should never see again.

Brother, tell me of the battle,
How the soldiers fought and fell
Tell me of the weary marches,
She who loves will listen well.

Brother, tell me of the battle,
I can bear to hear it now;
Lay your head upon my bosom,
Let me soothe your fevered brow.
Tell me, are you badly wounded?
Did we win the deadly fight?
Did the vict’ry crown our banner?
Did you put the foe to flight?

Brother, tell me of the battle,
How the soldiers fought and fell
Tell me of the weary marches,
She who loves will listen well.