Dear Old Flag - Vince Gill

For the dear old flag I die

Said the wounded drummer boy

Mother, press your lips to mine

O, they bring me peace and joy

'Tis the last time on earth

I shall ever see your face

Mother take me to your heart

Let me die in your embrace

For the dear old flag I die

Mother, dry your weeping eye

For the honor of our land

And the dear old Flag I die

Do not mourn, my mother, dear

Every pang will soon be o’er

For I hear the angel band

Calling from their starry shore

Now I see their banners wave

In the light of perfect day

Though 'tis hard to part with you

Yet I would not wish to stay

For the dear old flag I die

Mother, dry your weeping eye

For the honor of our land

And the dear old flag I die

Farewell, mother, death’s cold hand

Weighs upon my spirit now

And I feel his blighting breath

Fan my pallid cheek and brow

Closer, closer to your heart

Let me feel that you are by

While my sight is growing dim

For the dear old flag I die

For the dear old flag I die

Mother, dry your weeping eye

For the honor of our land

And the dear old flag I die

For the honor of our land

And the dear old flag I die