Atlanta Burned
The hell and destruction called
Civil War,
The devil's laughter as our
very hearts he tore;
The tiny knoll where we stopped
to rest---
Oh, how our hearts they yearned;
Yes, in the dusk of evening
we prayed to God
While on our knees,
And Atlanta burned.
Yes, in a world no longer our
own,
We watched as fire ate the life
we'd sown;
The awesome glow the stars did
hide as our
Eyes away we turned,
Then all our hearts in silent
prayer,
And Atlanta burned.
Our hearts and souls soared up
to God,
As up the long, dusty road we
trod;
While on we went, we wondered
if this fate
We'd really earned;
We marched on, doggedly on through
the night,
And Atlanta burned.
Good-by, farewell to a fallen
queen,
These words as the last of home
we'd seen;
As by the roadside resting,
of the death of the
Queen of the south we learned;
Forever this night will be on
my mind as on we went,
And Atlanta burned.
By: Carl L. Booth