Somebody’s Darling(Album Version) - Kathy Mattea

Somebody's Darling (Album Version) - Kathy Mattea
Written by：J.H. Hewett
Into the ward of the clean white washed halls
Where the dead slept and the dying lay
Wounded by bayonets
Sabres and balls
Somebody's darling was borne one day
Somebody's darling so young and so brave
Wearing still on his sweet yet pale face
Soon to be hid in the dust of the grave
The lingering light of his boyhood's grace
Somebody's darling somebody's pride
Who'll tell his mother where her boy died
Matted and damp are his tresses of gold
Kissing the snow of that fair young brow
Pale are the lips of most delicate mould
Somebody's darling is dying now
Back from his beautiful purple veined brow
Brush off the wandering waves of gold
Cross his white hands on his broad bosom now
Somebody's darling is still and cold
Somebody's darling somebody's pride
Who'll tell his mother where her boy died
Somebody's watching and waiting for him
Yearning to hold him again to her breast
Yet there he lies with his blue eyes so dim
And purple child like lips half apart
Tenderly bury the fair unknown dead
Pausing to drop on his grave a tear
Carve on the wooden slab over his head
Somebody's darling is slumbering here
Somebody's darling somebody's pride
Who'll tell his mother where her boy died