Cold fog wrapped the mourning, waiting,
As the dew rose up in pain.
O'er ocean, land the sailor's body,
Coming home on funeral train.
Sisters three- two aunts and mother,
Huddled on the depot landing.
Look out hard beyond the track bend,
Hearts are weary, tired from standing.
Old black crow comes diving past,
Roosts upon a shattered dream.
Loud steam whistle booms at cattle,
Its drowned out by Dixie's scream.