My Waltz - Bailey Tzuke

I slept as I dreamed of a time long ago I saw an army of rebels dancing on air I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires A song of the battle, that was born in the flames And the rebels were waltzing on air I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz That was written to be danced on the battlefield I danced to the song of a voice of a girl A voice that called "Stand till we fall We stand till all the boys fall" As we danced came the news that the war was not won Five armies were coming with carriage and gun Throught the heart of the camp swept the news from the front A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food We knew the war could not be won So we danced with the rifle, to the rhythm of the gun In a glade through the trees I saw my only one Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun The soldiers were dying, there was a tune to the sighing The song was an old rebel one As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise A voice began to call, "Stand till you fall" The tune was an old rebel one