D
Now the fog and smoke is lifting
         D             A
From the fallen row on row
   D                   D                 A  
In 1861 the prayed for God to keep their souls
 D
Jimmy left home in April
             D           A     
That was one year to the day
 D                          
Writes his mother back home in Brighton
       D                 A
But he ain't got much to say
         G                   D 
He's forgotten what his town looks like
    A        G            A        D A
The smell of death is all around
    G                   D
He dreams of the blue Atlantic
   A     D         G   D   A       
To once again be homeward bound
         D
Homeward bound
           D
Though the road was long and winding
A    D          G  D     A
Many snares lay in their path
    D
But their struggle they saw as righteous
A               D         G     D    A
The fought with might and stuck with wrath



Chorus:
         G                D
Now the battle hymns are playing
 A        G             A     D A
Report of shots not far ways
   G                      D       A 
No prayer, no promise, no hand of God
                 D          G  D  A 
Could save their souls that April day
           D         
Tell their wives that they fought bravely
A       D        G  D     A   
As they lay them in their graves


       D
As the train pulled in the station
A       D                  A
And the families gathered 'round
          D    
You could hear the first car echo
A      D     G    D    A            
With a loud triumphant sound
        D     
But the last car it was silent
A             D                       A   
They listened close but they couldn't hear
       D                
It was laden down with coffins
A           D         G    D   A      
That didn't speak and couldn't cheer



Repeat Chorous



Solo:  D   D A Bmi G 
       D    
As the train pulled in the station
         A                  D A    
And the families gathered 'round
Bmi
You could hear the first car echo
        A                D A   
With a loud triumphant sound
        G                 D    
Now the battle hymns are playing
 A         G        A       D A       
Report of shots not far away
   G                      D       A       
No prayer, no promise, no hand of God
                  D           G  D  A
Could save theirs souls that April day
        G                 D     
Now the battle hymns are playing
 A        G             A      D A
Report of shots not far away
   G                      D        A
No prayer, no promise, no hand of God
               D            G     D   A    
Could save the souls of the blue and grey
           D                     
Tell their wives that they fought bravely
A       D         G  D     A    
As they lay them in their graves