Listen to “Amanda”
oh my dear amanda
they’re sending me to war
and no one can remind me
what we’re fighting for
do you get these letters?
i don’t get your replies
i fear i may not write again
today i might die
i’m not good with a rifle
i’ve never swung a sword
i only hope it is the same
with the men i’m marching toward
we have to take that city
our they say our homes will fall
a man can’t choose the day he dies
only answer when it calls
oh amanda i’ll return
until then i hope you pray
for my life, for my soul
if i don’t survive the day
i must go, the battle’s starting
i can hear the cannon’s sound
but darling, if you get this letter
i mailed it from that town
