Fisher's Hill

Up on Fisher's Hill, where the wind blows hard.
I caught a glimpse of hell and some mortar shards.
I screamed for you to come down to my side.
There was blood on my uniform and blood in my eyes.

It hit me in the left, all up and down my side.
And it pulled me low like an ocean tide.
And in the spring of my days on that September night.
The surgeons sawed off my arm by the lantern light.

Oh Emily, I loved you still when I left my wedding ring up on Fisher's Hill.

Them Union boys, they're sure hard to stop.
There's always fifteen more for each one you drop.
That day they drove us back and now I'm glad they did.

Chorus

You can kiss my lips and you can touch my chest.
You can wrap yourself around all the rest.
But way up north where the sparrows sing.
Neath Virginia dirt is my wedding ring.

Chorus
For I'm going home to Jerusalem.