Rosanne Cash - When The Master Calls The Jive Lyrics
Girl with hair of flaming redSeeking perfect loverFor to lie down on her feathered bedSoft secrets to uncoverMust be gentle, must be strongWith disposition sunnyJust as faithful as the day is longAnd careful with his moneyAnd so the open letter readThe newsboy did deliverThree months later plans were made to wedDown by the King James RiverLo! The season may comeLo! The season may goWhat love has joined togetherWill forever be made wholeWhen The Master calls the rollOh, my darling William LeeTake me to the altarI don’t have strength to watch you as you leaveBut my love will never falterOh, my darling Mary AnnThe march to war is callingSomewhere far across these southern landsAre bands of brothers fallingMy tender bride the tides demandThat I leave you with your motherWith my father’s rifle in one handAnd your locket in the otherLo! The season may comeLo! The season may goBeware the storm clouds gatheredTake heed dear mortal soulWhen The Master calls the rollBut can this union be preservedThe soldier boy was cryingI will never travel back to herBut not for lack of tryingIt’s the love of one true hearted lassThat made the boy a heroBut a rifle ball and a cannon blastCut him down to zeroOh, Virginia whence I cameI’ll see you when I’m youngerAnd I’ll know you by your hills againThis time from six feet underLo! The season may comeLo! The season may goWhat man has torn asunderWill someday be made wholeWhen The Master calls the rollThough the storm clouds gatherLet the union be made wholeWhen the master calls the roll
