Song | Rebel's Goodbye |
Artist | Greg Graffin |
Album | Cold As The Clay |
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Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, | |
And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they swayed, | |
And the church choir sang hallelujah, and the vernal breeze whispered a sigh, | |
Watch the brethren all stand, praise their God, raise your hand, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye | |
When the boots hit the dirt in formation the mood was determined and bright, | |
And a young, hopeful boy at the station watched the train carry troops to the fight, | |
But the generals died by assassins, the battalions dispersed on the fly, | |
And they paid for their sins with the blood of their kin, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye | |
In the dark heathen barracks of failure where the tormenters wait for the night, | |
And the sheltering sky hears their lost, tattered cries, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye | |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Graffin |
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, | |
And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they swayed, | |
And the church choir sang hallelujah, and the vernal breeze whispered a sigh, | |
Watch the brethren all stand, praise their God, raise your hand, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
When the boots hit the dirt in formation the mood was determined and bright, | |
And a young, hopeful boy at the station watched the train carry troops to the fight, | |
But the generals died by assassins, the battalions dispersed on the fly, | |
And they paid for their sins with the blood of their kin, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
In the dark heathen barracks of failure where the tormenters wait for the night, | |
And the sheltering sky hears their lost, tattered cries, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Graffin |
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, | |
And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they swayed, | |
And the church choir sang hallelujah, and the vernal breeze whispered a sigh, | |
Watch the brethren all stand, praise their God, raise your hand, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
When the boots hit the dirt in formation the mood was determined and bright, | |
And a young, hopeful boy at the station watched the train carry troops to the fight, | |
But the generals died by assassins, the battalions dispersed on the fly, | |
And they paid for their sins with the blood of their kin, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
In the dark heathen barracks of failure where the tormenters wait for the night, | |
And the sheltering sky hears their lost, tattered cries, | |
Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Graffin |