There will be singing tonight,
Down on Dulcimer Street,
For the Blue Ridge boys have all come home,
They'll be passing it around,
Down on Dulcimer Street,
And the southern belles
will welcome back their own
Yes, they'll break out the band,
On Dulcimer Street,
And we'll have ourselves a homecoming parade,
All these hard fighting boys,
Have blue grass under their feet,
And it makes them want to dance
the night away So break out your old banjo,
And the moonshiner's own,
And polish up your church-going regale
There will be singing tonight,
Down on Dulcimer Street,
For the Blue Ridge boys have all come home,
They'll be passing it around,
Down on Dulcimer Street,
And the southern belles
will welcome back their own
There'll be a telling of tales,
On Dulcimer Street,
Of Stuart's ride and proud Stonewall's brigade,
And tears will be shed,
For the ones that remained,
United now beneath the cannonade
They wear their threadbare uniforms,
And march in their bare feet,
But hold their heads like royal palace guards
There will be singing tonight,
Down on Dulcimer Street,
For the Blue Ridge boys have all come home,
They'll be passing it around,
Down on Dulcimer Street,
And the southern belles
will welcome back their own
So raise up your glass,
To Robert E. Lee,
A better man there never will be found,
For his broken heart,
We pray it will heal,
Cause you can't keep a good southern man down
There will be singing tonight,
Down on Dulcimer Street,
For the Blue Ridge boys have all come home,
They'll be passing it around,
Down on Dulcimer Street,
And the southern belles
will welcome back their own
