Letra de Sullivan's Letter

Sullivan Ballou, July of 1861 Wrote to his wife And seven odd days later, he lost his life In the first battle of Bull Run And the red, red, red, red breeze Brushes against your cheek Heaven it is said shall be my breath Oh, my Sarah dear Do not mourn me dead Think I am gone and wait for me For we shall meet again My love for you is deathless Unlike the flesh of men So if my love of country leaves me breathless And I cannot let you my love again Remember when the breeze Brushes against your cheek Heaven it is said shall be my breath Oh, my Sarah dear Do not mourn me dead Think I am gone and wait for me For we shall meet again Our future lies in a shade And Sarah, you must rise From ashes When the breeze Brushes against your cheek Heaven it is said shall be my breath When the breeze Brushes against your cheek Heaven is telling you my breath Oh, my Sarah Waiting for thee For we shall meet again Sullivan