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When that three day battle ended, one man in blue was found

With no name to tell his story, as they laid him in the ground

Just one more unknown soldier, but held tightly to his chest

Was a picture of three children, dressed in their Sunday best.

They pried it from his cold fingers, clutched tightly in his grasp

Knowing it was the last thing, he’d seen before he passed

The story of that picture, traveled farther north each day

Where all the local papers, described on their front page.

A picture of three children, in three little wooden chairs

Two brothers and one sister, sweet faces and dark hair

Three angels to one soldier, whose name remains unknown

A picture of three children, whose father won’t be coming home.

In New York a wife and mother, was waiting for some word

From the father of her children, last seen in Gettysburg

When she read about that picture, found on a Union man

And knew her husband Amos, had held tightly in his hand.

A picture of three children, in three little wooden chairs

Two brothers and one sister, sweet faces and dark hair

Three angels to one soldier, whose name was finally known

A picture of three children, whose father won’t be coming home.

It was a picture of three children, Amos won’t be coming home.

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