my brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue in a lonely silent grave lies the heart that beat so true he sank faint and hungry among the famish d brave and they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave he cried give me water and just a little crumb and my mother she will bless you in all the years to come oh tell my sweet sister so gentle good and true that i ll meet her up in heaven in my faded coat of blue no more the bugle calls the weary one rest noble spirit in thy grave unknown i ll find you and know you among the good and true when a robe of white is giving for the faded coat of blue long long years have vanished and though he comes no more yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door i gaze over the hill where he waved a last adieu but no gallant lad i see in his faded coat of blue no more the bugle calls the weary one rest noble spirit in thy grave unknown i ll find you and know you among the good and true when a robe of white is giving for the faded coat of blue