Red Tears
The hills of Gettysburg
The bitter hills
The death stained valley
The rounds of iron
The falling men
The smoking plain
A bitter river
Flowing
The mountain is crying
Crying red tears
The horses falling
The men yelling
The mounds of dead become mountains
Mountains of tears, red tears
The artillery fire
The bayonet charge
The tears still flowing
The men retreat
The north wins
The slaves freed
The flags unfurl
The men cheer
But always the mountains
Weeping red tears

