We are Coming, Father Abraham

We are coming father Abraham three hundred thousand more

From Mississippi's winding stream and from new England's shore

We leave our plows and workshops our wives and children dear

With hearts too full for utterance with but a silent tear

We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before

We are coming father Abraham three hundred thousand more

We are coming coming our union to restore

We are coming father Abraham three hundred thousand more

If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky

Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry

And now the wind an instant tears the cloudy veil aside

And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride

And bayonets in the sunlight gleam and bands brave music pour

We are coming father Abr'am three hundred thousand more

We are coming coming our union to restore

We are coming father Abraham three hundred thousand more

If you look up all our valleys where the growing harvests shine

You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast forming into line

And children not their mother's knees are pulling at the weeds

And learning how to reap and sow against their country's needs

And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door

We are coming father Abr'am three hundred thousand more

We are coming coming our union to restore

We are coming father Abraham three hundred thousand more