Don't Cry, Suzanne

Goodbye Suzanne Don’t cry Suzanne
Though I’m going away Yesterday was Sunday
Monday is the day I hear the bugle blowing
Calling every man I’ll be home by early spring
Don’t cry Suzanne
You cannot come along my love To hear the cannon roar
Your eyes are too gentle For to see the shame of war
Some will be a-dyin' Before the battle’s through
Some will be a-cryin' As I will be for you.
My love for you is stronger Than the cannon or the drum
My love for you is longer Than the rolling of the sun
When brooks are overflowing I’ll be hitching up the plow
I’ll be back in time for hoeing But I must leave you now.