A couple had moved to Charleston
Not long after the Civil War
Simply looking to live in peace
They got more than they bargained for

Come midnight the wife would wake up
To rumbling of wheels passing by
Yet they lived on a dead end street
There was no explanation why

Her husband never let her look
"Don't look out the window!" he'd groan
"There's nothing there for you to see
Simply leave well enough alone"

Soon she asked a new friend she'd met
And this is what the woman said...
"They are southern soldiers who died
They're called the 'Army of the Dead'

"They all died in a hospital
The war ended, they didn't know
Each night they rise up from their graves
Off to reinforce Lee they go"

The next night she slipped from her bed
To watch the dead soldiers march by
Felt the pain they carried with them
As they passed right before her eyes

Cannon, wagons and foot soldiers
Within the fog shrouded in gray
Even the blast of a bugle
It's claimed folks still see them today