When The Master Calls The Roll Lyrics
| Song | When The Master Calls The Roll |
| Artist | Rosanne Cash |
| Album | The River & The Thread |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse) | |
| Girl with hair of flaming red | |
| Seeking perfect lover | |
| For to lie down on her feather bed | |
| Soft secrets to uncover | |
| (Verse) | |
| Must be gentle, must be strong | |
| With disposition sunny | |
| Just as faithful as the day is long | |
| And careful with his money | |
| (Verse) | |
| And so the open letter read | |
| The news boy did deliver | |
| Three months later plans were made to wed | |
| Down by the King James river | |
| (Chorus 1) | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| What love has joined together | |
| Will forever be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| (Verse) | |
| Oh my darling William Lee | |
| Take me to the altar | |
| I don’t have strength to watch you as you leave | |
| But my love will never falter | |
| (Verse) | |
| Oh my darling Marianne | |
| The march to war is calling | |
| Somewhere far across these southern lands | |
| The bands of brothers falling | |
| (Verse) | |
| My tender bride, the tides demand | |
| That I leave you with your mother | |
| With my father’s riffle in one hand | |
| Your locket in the other | |
| (Chorus 2) | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| Beware the storm clouds gather | |
| Take heed immortal soul | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| (Verse) | |
| But can this union be preserved? | |
| The soldier boy was crying | |
| I will never travel back to her | |
| But not for lack of trying | |
| (Verse) | |
| It’s a love of one true-hearted lass | |
| That made the boy a hero | |
| But a riffle ball and a cannon blast | |
| Cut him down to zero | |
| (Verse) | |
| Oh Virginia of whence I came | |
| I’ll see you when I’m younger | |
| And I’ll know you by your hills again | |
| This time from 6 feet under | |
| (Chorus 3) | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| What man has torn asunder | |
| Will someday be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| (Verse) | |
| Though the storm clouds gather | |
| Let the union be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll |
| Verse | |
| Girl with hair of flaming red | |
| Seeking perfect lover | |
| For to lie down on her feather bed | |
| Soft secrets to uncover | |
| Verse | |
| Must be gentle, must be strong | |
| With disposition sunny | |
| Just as faithful as the day is long | |
| And careful with his money | |
| Verse | |
| And so the open letter read | |
| The news boy did deliver | |
| Three months later plans were made to wed | |
| Down by the King James river | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| What love has joined together | |
| Will forever be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| Verse | |
| Oh my darling William Lee | |
| Take me to the altar | |
| I don' t have strength to watch you as you leave | |
| But my love will never falter | |
| Verse | |
| Oh my darling Marianne | |
| The march to war is calling | |
| Somewhere far across these southern lands | |
| The bands of brothers falling | |
| Verse | |
| My tender bride, the tides demand | |
| That I leave you with your mother | |
| With my father' s riffle in one hand | |
| Your locket in the other | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| Beware the storm clouds gather | |
| Take heed immortal soul | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| Verse | |
| But can this union be preserved? | |
| The soldier boy was crying | |
| I will never travel back to her | |
| But not for lack of trying | |
| Verse | |
| It' s a love of one truehearted lass | |
| That made the boy a hero | |
| But a riffle ball and a cannon blast | |
| Cut him down to zero | |
| Verse | |
| Oh Virginia of whence I came | |
| I' ll see you when I' m younger | |
| And I' ll know you by your hills again | |
| This time from 6 feet under | |
| Chorus 3 | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| What man has torn asunder | |
| Will someday be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| Verse | |
| Though the storm clouds gather | |
| Let the union be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll |
| Verse | |
| Girl with hair of flaming red | |
| Seeking perfect lover | |
| For to lie down on her feather bed | |
| Soft secrets to uncover | |
| Verse | |
| Must be gentle, must be strong | |
| With disposition sunny | |
| Just as faithful as the day is long | |
| And careful with his money | |
| Verse | |
| And so the open letter read | |
| The news boy did deliver | |
| Three months later plans were made to wed | |
| Down by the King James river | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| What love has joined together | |
| Will forever be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| Verse | |
| Oh my darling William Lee | |
| Take me to the altar | |
| I don' t have strength to watch you as you leave | |
| But my love will never falter | |
| Verse | |
| Oh my darling Marianne | |
| The march to war is calling | |
| Somewhere far across these southern lands | |
| The bands of brothers falling | |
| Verse | |
| My tender bride, the tides demand | |
| That I leave you with your mother | |
| With my father' s riffle in one hand | |
| Your locket in the other | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| Beware the storm clouds gather | |
| Take heed immortal soul | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| Verse | |
| But can this union be preserved? | |
| The soldier boy was crying | |
| I will never travel back to her | |
| But not for lack of trying | |
| Verse | |
| It' s a love of one truehearted lass | |
| That made the boy a hero | |
| But a riffle ball and a cannon blast | |
| Cut him down to zero | |
| Verse | |
| Oh Virginia of whence I came | |
| I' ll see you when I' m younger | |
| And I' ll know you by your hills again | |
| This time from 6 feet under | |
| Chorus 3 | |
| Lo, the season may come | |
| Lo, the season may go | |
| What man has torn asunder | |
| Will someday be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll | |
| Verse | |
| Though the storm clouds gather | |
| Let the union be made whole | |
| When the master calls the roll |
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