A story I know all too well,
‘Twas on a night in Oxford town,
When that great house came burning down,
When that great house came burning down.
They all came out, all but a few,
They were the best friends he ever knew,
He knew in his heart he has to save his friends,
So he ran on back in,
Oh Lord, so he ran back in.
He plunged into that flaming pit,
And he saved his friends from it,
But when they looked he was not by their side,
Oh Lord, they fell down on their knees and cried,
Well, they fell to their knees and they cried.
What now will they tell his mother dear?
Who will dry her tears?
For tonight her son lies deep in his grave,
A Southern soul young and brave,
Yes, a Southern soul young and brave.
C.D.S. April 2010
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