Down in the valley a mist is rising The sky is twilight blue and grey In the distance camp fires burning It's been a long hot summer's day. So many lost in the cruel winter Bloodied footprints on the ground They smoked the same clay tobacco pipe It would only ever make one round. CHORUS ----------- I found religion in my rifle Heaven in my black powder store One nation's battle for survival This is revolution, this is war. ----------- How dare they criticize from their fire sides Far removed from a cold bleak hill With no feeling for the suffering The wind blows cold the wind blows shrill. Battle worn and battle weary Rejuvenated in the spring From the Brandywine to the Valley Forge One gill of rum and the muskets sing. CHORUS The fog lifted like an angel of death The carnage laid bare and yet The sacrifice would never be in vain Now they must leave brave Lafayette. CHORUS