We Are Coming Father Abraam 300000 More by Stephen Foster Lyrics
(Verse 1)
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 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 Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Chorus)
We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Verse 2)
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 Abraam, three hundred thousand more!
(Chorus)
We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Verse 3)
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 from 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 Abraam, three hundred thousand more!
(Chorus)
We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Verse 4)
You have called us, and we’re coming by Richmond's bloody tide
To lay us down for freedom's sake, our brothers' bones beside;
Or from foul treason's savage group, to wrench the murderous blade;
And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade
Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Chorus)
We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 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 Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Chorus)
We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Verse 2)
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 Abraam, three hundred thousand more!
(Chorus)
We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Verse 3)
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 from 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 Abraam, three hundred thousand more!
(Chorus)
We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Verse 4)
You have called us, and we’re coming by Richmond's bloody tide
To lay us down for freedom's sake, our brothers' bones beside;
Or from foul treason's savage group, to wrench the murderous blade;
And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade
Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!
(Chorus)
We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraam, 300,000 more!