| Song | Bright Sunny South |
| Artist | Bittersweet and Briers |
| Album | Hard Times - Songs of the Civil War |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Trad |
| [00:30.52] | From the bright sunny South to the war I was sent, |
| [00:36.80] | Ere the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent. |
| [00:45.02] | From its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams, |
| [00:52.67] | Ever fond in my mem'ry ever sweet in my dreams. |
| [01:02.04] | Oh, my dear little sister I still see her tears, |
| [01:09.17] | When I had to leave home in our tender years. |
| [01:17.44] | And my sweet gentle mother, so dear to my heart, |
| [01:24.68] | It grieved me sincerely when we had to part. |
| [01:34.29] | Said my kind-hearted father as he took my hand: |
| [01:41.04] | "As you go in defense of our dear native land, |
| [01:49.30] | Son, be brave but show mercy whenever you can. |
| [01:56.61] | Our hearts will be with you, 'til you return again." |
| [02:37.44] | In my bag there's a Bible to show me the way, |
| [02:43.89] | Through my trials here on earth and to Heaven some day. |
| [02:52.30] | I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword, |
| [02:59.28] | In defense of this land and the Word of the Lord. |
| [03:08.86] | From the bright sunny South to the war I was sent, |
| [03:15.23] | Ere the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent. |
| [03:23.68] | From its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams, |
| [03:30.75] | Ever fond in my mem'ry ever sweet in my dreams. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Trad |
| [00:30.52] | From the bright sunny South to the war I was sent, |
| [00:36.80] | Ere the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent. |
| [00:45.02] | From its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams, |
| [00:52.67] | Ever fond in my mem' ry ever sweet in my dreams. |
| [01:02.04] | Oh, my dear little sister I still see her tears, |
| [01:09.17] | When I had to leave home in our tender years. |
| [01:17.44] | And my sweet gentle mother, so dear to my heart, |
| [01:24.68] | It grieved me sincerely when we had to part. |
| [01:34.29] | Said my kindhearted father as he took my hand: |
| [01:41.04] | " As you go in defense of our dear native land, |
| [01:49.30] | Son, be brave but show mercy whenever you can. |
| [01:56.61] | Our hearts will be with you, ' til you return again." |
| [02:37.44] | In my bag there' s a Bible to show me the way, |
| [02:43.89] | Through my trials here on earth and to Heaven some day. |
| [02:52.30] | I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword, |
| [02:59.28] | In defense of this land and the Word of the Lord. |
| [03:08.86] | From the bright sunny South to the war I was sent, |
| [03:15.23] | Ere the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent. |
| [03:23.68] | From its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams, |
| [03:30.75] | Ever fond in my mem' ry ever sweet in my dreams. |