Call To War - The Lone Bellow

Tables prepared in streets of gold

You’ve bared your tears from starry stone

The stage is set so we can fly

But suns will set and hearts are wild

'Til the southern wind puts me 6 feet down

My feet won’t rest 'til my love is found

Remember when the mountains fell

Like pennies down a wishing well?

Wish another day would come

When I would watch 'em far from home

'Til the southern wind puts me 6 feet down

My feet will march on holy ground

Our laborin' may end in pain

While we walk the fields of the same

When called to war from trumpets tall

Love will see the army’s fall

When called to war from trumpets tall

Love will see the army’s fall