My brave lad he sleeps in his faded coat of blueIn a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so trueHe sank faint and hungry among the famished braveAnd they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless graveNo more the bugle calls the weary one Rest, noble spirit, in the grave unknownI'll find you and know you among the good and trueWhen a robe of white is given for a faded coat of blueHe cried, give me water and just a little crumbAnd my mother she will bless you through all the years to comeOh, tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and trueThat I'll meet her up in heaven in my faded coat of blueNo more the bugle calls the weary one Rest, noble spirit, in the grave unknownI'll find you and know you among the good and trueWhen a robe of white is given for a faded coat of blueNo sweet voice was there, breathing soft a mother's prayerBut there's one who takes the brave and the true in tender careNo stone marks the sod or my lad so brave and trueIn his lonely grave he sleeps in his faded coat of blueNo more the bugle calls the weary one Rest, noble spirit, in the grave unknownI'll find you and know you among the good and trueWhen a robe of white is given for the faded coat of blueNo more the bugle calls the weary one