We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more
From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's
Shore
We leave our plows and workshops, our wives and children
Dear
With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent
Tear
We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!
CHORUS: We are coming, we are coming our Union to
Restore
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!
If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern
Sky
Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;
And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil
Aside
And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;
And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music
Pour
We are coming, father Abr'am, three hundred thousand
More!