[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ethel L. Beers, John Hill Hewett
[00:05.820]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!
[00:10.520]Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming;
[00:15.000]And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon,
[00:19.768]And the light of the camp-fires are gleaming.
[00:24.810]A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night-wind
[00:29.570]Through the forest leaves softly is creeping;
[00:34.618]While stars up above, with their glittering eyes,
[00:39.381]Keep guard o'or the army while sleeping.
[00:44.145]There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread
[00:48.900]As he tramps from the rock to the fountain,
[00:53.658]And he thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed,
[00:58.694]Far away in the cot on the mountain.
[01:03.458]His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim,
[01:08.212]Grows gentle with memories tender,
[01:12.979]As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep,
[01:18.016]And their mother—"may Heaven defend her!"
[01:22.774]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!
[01:32.572]Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes,
[01:37.323]He dashes off tears that are welling,
[01:41.803]And gathers his gun closer up to his breast
[01:46.842]As if to keep down the heart's swelling.
[01:51.881]He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree,
[01:56.641]And his footstep is lagging and weary;
[02:01.676]Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,
[02:06.436]Toward the shades of the forest so dreary.
[02:11.186]Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves?
[02:15.664]Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing?
[02:20.700]It looked like a rifle: "Ha! Mary, good-by!"
[02:25.463]And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing.
[02:30.503]"All quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
[02:35.266]No sound save the rush of the river,
[02:40.012]While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead,
[02:46.168]The picket's off duty forever!
[02:50.929]All quiet along the Potomac to-night!