Episode 39a: Veteran's Last Song - Supplemental Episode #1

I was amazed to find this song from circa 1927 (since it's circa, I'm rolling the dice and believing it is in the public domain) sung by a then 85-year-old Civil War veteran. The video and lyrics are below if you wish to listen and follow along.

I am standing on the summit of a century of years That has measured the life of our nation And I see, way down the mountain, a flood of blood and tears That was shed for our country's salvation And I see a mighty legion who, for our nation's life, Would forfeit young manhood's fresh glory And I see a mighty legion that perished in the strife Now sleeping in garments stiff and gory And we're going soon to meet them in the bivouac of the soul As the shadows around us give warning And I want to see my comrades when the angels call the roll All are ready for inspection in the morning We were boys when we enlisted And these wrinkled brows were fair And our eyes were not dimmed in their vision And the frost that never melts had not fallen on our hair And our step had not lost its precision But the years have built their terraces on every comrade's brow And age makes our weary limbs quiver And the frost is falling thick As we run the double quick To the camp that is over the river And we're going soon to meet them in the Bivouac of the soul As the shadows around us give warning I want to see my comrades when the angels call the roll All are ready for inspection in the morning