Tie train rails round trees
and say a prayer in a widow's name.
When total war was civilized
the sea moaned my name.
The sea moans my name in its sleep.
Howard's one arm leads the band
in "O' Savannah!" O' Savannah,
I run my fingers through her hair
and write to my wife alone.
Some women smile from their doorways.
Some spit on me from balconies.
While the sea moans my name in its sleep.
Even when I promise not to burn this one down.
I promise not to burn down your town.
But in hatred and for mercy
the South will scream my name.
Train your eyes to the North, boys.
We're headed for South Carolina.
My men have vouchers for their blood.
I almost tremble at her fate.
For this must never happen again.
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