Song | Jedidiah 1777 |
Artist | Eliza Gilkyson |
Album | Your Town Tonight |
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作曲 : Eliza Gilkyson | |
作词 : Eliza Gilkyson | |
Jedidiah out in the snow | |
Walkin' the frozen trenchlines | |
Wet boots and his wool coat comin' apart at the seams. | |
Rations of hard-baked dough, | |
Handfuls of melting snow | |
What else can a man live on but his dreams? | |
Not twenty miles away, | |
in the mansions of Philadelphia, | |
Loyalists lay their money down on the king. | |
We've provision enough for the day, | |
but if victory were just for the wealthy | |
Our noble cause wouldn't be worth the hardship we're suffering. | |
Send the cloth for a good waistcoat, | |
I dream of your hearth and the fields of oat. | |
I awake to the drum and the trembling note of the fifer. | |
May it please God in His great mercy, | |
To shelter our friends and our family. | |
I remain your son most faithfully, | |
Jedidiah | |
I have seen a man, who has seen a man | |
who has heard the king, | |
Tell of his intention our independence to declare. | |
The peace will undoubtedly bring | |
A great revolution in commerce; | |
May it be our rightful fortune to come in for a share. | |
My regards to a certain Miss Moore, | |
I've stated my honorable intentions for her; | |
That upon my return from this necessary war she'll be my wife. | |
May it please God in His great mercy | |
to restore the joys of domesticity. | |
Salutations to the family, | |
Jedidiah | |
I rejoice that the cause we're engaged in | |
is in the hands of an Almighty Sovereign; | |
Who I doubt not is accomplishing the ends of His desire. | |
My love to you and the fair Miss Moore; | |
Spare me a bottle from the cellar store, | |
and in my name let the contents pour, | |
Jedidiah |
zuo qu : Eliza Gilkyson | |
zuo ci : Eliza Gilkyson | |
Jedidiah out in the snow | |
Walkin' the frozen trenchlines | |
Wet boots and his wool coat comin' apart at the seams. | |
Rations of hardbaked dough, | |
Handfuls of melting snow | |
What else can a man live on but his dreams? | |
Not twenty miles away, | |
in the mansions of Philadelphia, | |
Loyalists lay their money down on the king. | |
We' ve provision enough for the day, | |
but if victory were just for the wealthy | |
Our noble cause wouldn' t be worth the hardship we' re suffering. | |
Send the cloth for a good waistcoat, | |
I dream of your hearth and the fields of oat. | |
I awake to the drum and the trembling note of the fifer. | |
May it please God in His great mercy, | |
To shelter our friends and our family. | |
I remain your son most faithfully, | |
Jedidiah | |
I have seen a man, who has seen a man | |
who has heard the king, | |
Tell of his intention our independence to declare. | |
The peace will undoubtedly bring | |
A great revolution in commerce | |
May it be our rightful fortune to come in for a share. | |
My regards to a certain Miss Moore, | |
I' ve stated my honorable intentions for her | |
That upon my return from this necessary war she' ll be my wife. | |
May it please God in His great mercy | |
to restore the joys of domesticity. | |
Salutations to the family, | |
Jedidiah | |
I rejoice that the cause we' re engaged in | |
is in the hands of an Almighty Sovereign | |
Who I doubt not is accomplishing the ends of His desire. | |
My love to you and the fair Miss Moore | |
Spare me a bottle from the cellar store, | |
and in my name let the contents pour, | |
Jedidiah |
zuò qǔ : Eliza Gilkyson | |
zuò cí : Eliza Gilkyson | |
Jedidiah out in the snow | |
Walkin' the frozen trenchlines | |
Wet boots and his wool coat comin' apart at the seams. | |
Rations of hardbaked dough, | |
Handfuls of melting snow | |
What else can a man live on but his dreams? | |
Not twenty miles away, | |
in the mansions of Philadelphia, | |
Loyalists lay their money down on the king. | |
We' ve provision enough for the day, | |
but if victory were just for the wealthy | |
Our noble cause wouldn' t be worth the hardship we' re suffering. | |
Send the cloth for a good waistcoat, | |
I dream of your hearth and the fields of oat. | |
I awake to the drum and the trembling note of the fifer. | |
May it please God in His great mercy, | |
To shelter our friends and our family. | |
I remain your son most faithfully, | |
Jedidiah | |
I have seen a man, who has seen a man | |
who has heard the king, | |
Tell of his intention our independence to declare. | |
The peace will undoubtedly bring | |
A great revolution in commerce | |
May it be our rightful fortune to come in for a share. | |
My regards to a certain Miss Moore, | |
I' ve stated my honorable intentions for her | |
That upon my return from this necessary war she' ll be my wife. | |
May it please God in His great mercy | |
to restore the joys of domesticity. | |
Salutations to the family, | |
Jedidiah | |
I rejoice that the cause we' re engaged in | |
is in the hands of an Almighty Sovereign | |
Who I doubt not is accomplishing the ends of His desire. | |
My love to you and the fair Miss Moore | |
Spare me a bottle from the cellar store, | |
and in my name let the contents pour, | |
Jedidiah |