With The Sunrise Gun Poem by James Edwin Campbell

And why should I be sad?
And why should you be glad?
To-morrow will come
With the sunrise gun,
When I may be glad
While you may be sad -
Ah, should I not wait till then?


What if the skies are gray
And hide the sun away;
To-morrow will come
With the sunrise gun,
The sun will break through,
The sky will be blue,
Ah, should we not wait till then?


O, sweetheart, 'way with tears,
With wav'ring hopes and fears.
Your lover will come
With the sunrise gun.
He'll bring you gifts from many lands,
He'll kiss your lips, he'll kiss your hands,
Ah, can you not wait till then?