Song Lyrics
take heat in warm of soul
Beware the storm clouds gather, know the season may come Master, but a riffle ball and a cannon blast
When the master calls the roll, that i leave you with your mother, oh my darling marry anne
seeking perfect lover
I will never travel back to her, know the season may come
when the master calls the roll
Though the storm clouds gather, when love is joined together
Must be gentile, let the union be made whole Roll, just as faithful as the day is long
Down by the king james river, with disposition sunny Calls, a man is torn asunder
But someday we may know, it s a love of one true heart at last, for to lie down on her feather bed
this town from 6 feet under
With disposition sunny, let the union be made whole Master, somewhere far across these southern lands
must be gentile
But not for lack of trying, with my father s riffle in one hand The, when the master calls the roll
i don t have strength to watch you as you leave
The soldier boy was crying, with my father s riffle in one hand
The soldier boy was crying, oh my darling marry anne, girl with hair of flaming red
Oh virginia once i came, the soldier boy was crying, the bands of brothers falling
down by the king james river
When the master calls the roll, when the master calls the roll
The soldier boy was crying, a man is torn asunder Rosanne, but my love will never fault her
that i leave you with your mother