Sullivan's Letter

Sullivan Ballou July of 1861 Wrote to his wife And seven odd days later He lost his life In the First Battle of Bull Run And the letter read… When the breeze Brushes against your cheek Heaven is sending you My breath Oh, my Sarah, dear Do not mourn me dead Think I am gone and wait for me For we shall meet again My love for you is deathless Unlike the flesh of men So if my love of country Leaves me breathless And I cannot write you, my love, again Remember… When the breeze Brushes against your cheek Heaven is sending you My breath Oh, my Sarah, dear Do not mourn me dead Think I am gone and wait for me For we shall meet again And our future lies In ashes And Sarah, you must rise From ashes When the breeze Brushes against your cheek Heaven is sending you My breath When the breeze Brushes against your cheek Heaven is sending you My breath Oh, my Sarah.... Wait for me, for we shall meet again Sullivan....