There will be one vacant chair
We shall linger to caress him
While we bring our evening prayer
When a year ago we gathered
Joy was in his mobbed blue eyes
But a golden cord is severed
And our hope in ruin lies
We shall meet, but we shall miss him
There will be one vacant chair
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our evening prayer
At the far side, sad and lonely,
often well the bosom swells
That remembrance of the story
How he strove to bear the banner
through the thickness of the fire
And uphold our country's honor
In the strength of manhood's might
We shall meet, but we shall miss him
There will be one vacant chair
We shall linger to the resting,
While we breathe our evening
We shall meet, but we shall miss him
There will be one vacant chair
We shall linger to Cresci,
While we breathe our evening prayer,
While we breathe our blessed prayer.