Early morning, scarcely a warning Just the smell of danger in the wind
Barely a whisper in mood within her Cold breath of death upon her skin
She made it to the boys just in time Squestered them away, no one would find them
Should they seek her boys at Chariot Creek
Soldiers rode in, battered and worn thin Gray as their faded overcoats
Old men and children, most everyone's kin Gone or dead or fighting without hope
Captain!
Captain asked for rations and recruits Any child big enough to shoot would suit his needs
For any boys at Chariot Creek
Said her men had left her long ago
Not a child from the old days
For her to call her own
And prayed they'd leave
Her boys at Chariot Creek
She lay in stillness, confessing illness
And finally the captain took his leave
With hands a-shaking
She knelt to wake them
Certain that her ruse had been believed
Lying near the mattress made of down
Weary heart shattered when she found
They had left her in their sleep
Her dear boys at Chariot Creek
Chariot Creek