A Soldier's Rosary
Lyrics by J.E. DEMPSEY
Music by JOSEPH A. BURKE
A mother's last words to every soldier
"kneel down at night and say your prayers."
But he's so weary,
Thro'days so dreary,
After all his trials and cares,
Don't worry mother,
He serves his Maker
when he serves his country's needs.
No matter where
each act is a prayer
and they form the links
upon a soldier's beads.
When bells are tolling Our hearts consoling
we seek the chapel o'er the way
When cannons thunder
Would we I wonder,
Ever take the time to pray,
The foe before him,
No shelter o'er him
over head the cold stars shine.
His Maker knows
as onward he goes
that his pray'r is better far
than yours or mine.
For his thoughts keep turning homeward
and their pray'rs come drifting back
that's his chaplet and his guide to victory,
But bullets are his beads
and on his knees he pleads
that each one will help to end the misery,
Ev'ry shot a pearl,
each pearl a pray'r
he fights untill he falls,
Lost in action comes the message o'er the sea.
And while the nation mourns his loss
his dear old mother bears the cross
that's a soldier's rosary.
Copyright 1918 by A.J. Stasny Music Co., 56 W. 45th St.N.Y.