[00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional Song
[00:04.753]"ALL quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
[00:09.231]Except here and there a stray picket
[00:13.713]Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro,
[00:18.471]By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
[00:22.954]'Tis nothing! a private or two, now and then,
[00:27.426]Will not count in the news of the battle;
[00:31.906]Not an officer lost, only one of the men,
[00:37.511]Moaning out, all alone, the death rattle.
[00:42.267]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!
[00:54.034]"ALL quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
[00:58.514]Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming;
[01:03.260]And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon,
[01:07.729]And the light of the camp-fires are gleaming.
[01:12.209]There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread
[01:16.983]As he tramps from the rock to the fountain,
[01:21.473]And he thinks of the two on the low trundle-bed,
[01:27.063]Far away in the cot on the mountain.
[01:31.819]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!
[01:43.574]His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim,
[01:48.057]Grows gentle with memories tender,
[01:52.524]As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep,
[01:57.000]And their mother—"may Heaven defend her!"
[02:01.487]The moon seems to shine as brightly as then—
[02:05.958]That night when the love, yet unspoken,
[02:10.442]Leaped up to his lips, and when low, murmured vows
[02:16.047]Were pledged to be ever unbroken.
[02:20.812]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!
[02:32.284]Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes,
[02:36.769]He dashes off tears that are welling,
[02:40.971]And gathers his gun closer up to his breast
[02:45.457]As if to keep down the heart's swelling.
[02:49.940]He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree,
[02:54.419]And his footstep is lagging and weary;
[02:58.620]Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,
[03:04.224]Toward the shades of the forest so dreary.
[03:08.994]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!
[03:20.195]Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves?
[03:24.399]Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing?
[03:28.882]It looked like a rifle: "Ha! Mary, good-by!"
[03:33.374]And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing.
[03:37.600]"All quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
[03:42.355]No sound save the rush of the river,
[03:46.833]While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead,
[03:52.431]The picket's off duty forever!
[03:56.910]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!
[04:06.437]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!