All my glorious dreams of battle and my uniform of gray Now are ruined as my blood spills On this rock on Georgia clay 16 summers I have seen past But to suffer in this summer I declare I don't remember I ever felt a harder one. Take this message to my mother 13 miles from Birmingham Tell her I was a good soldier And I died a brave young man We have fought through heat and hunger, Sleepless nights and bitter frost. But if Sherman takes Atlanta, Then our calls are surely lost. Sir, I have no boots to give you Mine were through sometime in May. But you can take my gun and powder. I won't be needing them today. Take this message to my mother 13 miles from Birmingham Tell her I was a good soldier And I died a brave young man In my pocket there's a Bible With a lock of hair inside for my sweet Amanda Walker Who would make a lovely bride For the angels now are coming. For my final breathe is near. Guess for me, this war is over. But my eyes will show no fear. Take this message to my mother 13 miles from Birmingham Tell her I was a good soldier And I died a brave young man Take this message to my mother 13 miles from Birmingham Tell her I was a good soldier And I died a brave young man