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An old man lay a dreaming

underneath a hawthorn tree

and a gentle smile played cross his face

as he dreamed bout things that used to be

He saw again a fair young boy

playing tag with brothers, way back there

he saw again his mother

as she knelt in humble prayer

he heard the sound of dinner bells

when he was called to eat

and he dreamed about soft feather beds

where he laid his head to sleep

again he went horse back riding with his friends

out in the evening sun

they ran the hills and jumped the rails

his boyhood had been fun

he saw the big ships sailing

and the sea gulls at their play

and those paddle wheels kept churning

coming closer up the bay

He dreamed of all the stories

that his Grand Pa used to tell

of far away and distant places

that the old man loved so well

He dreamed of riding down the lane

when he was just sixteen

and meeting there sweet Darcy

prettiest girl he'd ever seen

and then his dream, it changed a bit

and he heard bugals in the night

and the smile upon his face turned to a frown

for the woods were full of fright

and in his dream he saw once more

a torn and reverand Confederate flag

and he jumped to attention to salute it

this precious thing that looked so sad

he saw once more his old knapsack

hanging from his belt

and he saw the flash of bayonets in the sun so hot

they thought that they  would melt

he saw that old river that been such a pretty blue

but now the waters were running red

and he saw the many young boys laying there beside it

many gravely wounded but most of them were dead

and now he dreamed of the misery

of this sad and lonely place

and once again he heard the screaming

as a tear rolled down his face

He saw the blooming of the blue bells

on that wide and winding river bank

and once again he saw soldiers marching

in grey and gold Confederate rank

Then once more the dream was changing

it was his wedding day

and beloved Darcy stood eside him

all in frothy white array

and how  blessed were all theyears they had

then came the children

and there were quite a few

and they lived beside that old river bank

that once again was blue

and time passed by so happily

happy years just came and went

and then Darcy went home forever

for happy years had all been spent

and now he lay there a dreaming

in the sunshine of the day

dreqaming he was living all these things again

as they came along his way

and now he sit's dejected

under neath that hawthorn tree

for he was just an old man dreaming

about the things that used to be